Prologue

She walked, her hood up and her umbrella limply held in her left hand. She was walking aimlessly. She knew she didn't have any of the answers. But she was still mad at the words that he said. She would find them. She would find the answers. She gripped her umbrella tightly and her walk became more determined. She would find answers just to prove those words wrong.

The exact words that were said are but nothing more than distant memories in his mind, but her face was not. It wasn't the disappointment that steeped across her face when he had said those words, it was not the emotion behind her eyes nore the fire that burned a fant flicker just behind them, but what her reply was and how she said it. The twist of determination on her features. It made her resemble the girl that he once loved, back when her stubbornness was just a character flaw. Now it will be her only hope to find the answers she needs to find.