Side story of Athaleigh and Artemis "I'll never like you, Levinson. I don't like bitch, spoiled and bossy women. You should put that in your mind." After seven years of not feeling pain and not having these stupid tears on my cheeks, she managed to do it for only a minute.

"I'm not a psychopath, doctor."

She had always feared the night, but everything changed when someone showed her its beauty. The calming moonlight and soothing night sounds transformed her fear into peaceful appreciation.

"I was blinded with manipulation. I was consume with terror. They controlled me. Only if I knew, I wouldn't agree at all. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Destiny did crossed our path together, only to separate it again. Thinking, what if I'm the first person you loved and met before? Will things like these will happen?"

Love in a storm is like the fierce winds that sweep across the landscape, powerful and uncontainable. It is the lightning that illuminates the darkest corners, revealing truths in stark flashes of clarity. The thunder is its voice, echoing through the soul with a resonance that cannot be ignored. In the downpour, love is the rain that drenches everything, cleansing and renewing even as it overwhelms. It soaks into the earth, much like love soaks into the heart, nurturing and fostering growth despite the apparent chaos. The storm, with its tumult and fury, mirrors the passion and intensity of love. Both are wild and untamed, capable of destruction yet also of profound beauty. In the eye of the storm, there is a quiet center, a calm amidst the turmoil, much like the peace found in the embrace of true love. Just as the storm passes, leaving the world washed and transformed, love endures beyond its own tempests, leaving behind a deeper connection and understanding. The aftermath of the storm, where the air is fresh and the world seems reborn, reflects the clarity and strength that love imparts after enduring life's challenges.