“Wow~~ perfect! Honey! I am your fan!” the young man acclaimed and came to her trying to give her a hug.

“Don’t touch me.” She escaped from her arms and said coldly,

“It is the end.” She said, staring the young man, the man with similar face to someone in her heart.

The young man was scared by her eyes. It was the eyes for saying goodbye, full of pain and determination.

“Well” he tried to figure out what happened, but it seemed nothing had occurred. “if you feel tired, see you next time…uhh…I am the regular here. Nice to see you…umm…this is my telephone-…”

“No.” she refused.

“It is the end.” She even not said bye-bye out of politeness.

It was the time to end the hopeless chasing. She was determined.

An image of face with gentle smile occurred in her mind and then reflected in the clouds in the sky.

His name is Duncken.

(TBC)

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Always keep the faith. Hope to the end.