Jasmine Yale fell silent, slowly walking back to her bedroom and drawing the curtains open.
As she did, she saw the bright lights and bustling cityscape outside her window.
From atop the high buildings, everything was in clear view.
She stood by the window, silently, with a watery luminance in her eyes, like glittering lake waters.
The surge of emotions in her heart had passed, and now, things seemed much calmer.
Beneath the biting cold winds, Landon seemed bleak, the view lacking vibrant colors, mostly filled with mundane scenery.
The winter sun hung lazily in the sky, its rays warm but not blinding.
...
At night, amidst the colorful lights and flowing wine, the night sky hung low.
Surrounded by the dark night, shrouded in white fog, the lights were bright.
Jasmine Yale sent a message to Sylvan Cheney: "Heavenly Blessing Hotel, 1509, I'm waiting for you."
Two minutes later, Sylvan replied: "I won't come."
