Peter Pan

The story of the distracted and destructive woman begins. Amidst the soothing wind that touches her hair that's framing her tired-looking face, she looks at the cars that are passing her by. While listening to what seems like the african beat of voices that drowns her much needed silence, the wind comes. Smile. She likes the wind.

The wind reminds her of him, of how he can instantly make her smile while making a mess out of her carefully organized desk. The wind insensitively sweeps off everything on her table of solitude with that romantic glamour that makes her feel special and loved. She used to not mind the wind, she knew that it comes and goes unapologetically while she is left trying to reorganize what's left of her organized life. She just got out of a storm and at the back of her mind, she's baffled by the presence of a synonymous fate that's waiting for her.

The story of the distracted and destructive woman begins and the end is not so near....