Hugging myself as the breeze of cold air touches my skin. We barely see the vehicles passing by as the heavy rain continues to pour. "Why don't you pursue mass communication? Your writings are great" says Alex. I can tell that he's really trying his best to break the awkward atmosphere around us. I looked at him and smiled bitterly before answering. "I just wish my parents would tell me the same thing. They say being a journalist is too risky, contradicting the dreams I wanted to reach. How about you, I can tell that you will make it big in journalism" I asked him back. "Let's just say that Destiny wrote the same plot for the both of us." He replied not removing his sight at me as if my eyes were the most precious thing in this world. With confusion visible in my face I gave him an asking look. He chuckled and I swear, that's the sexiest laugh I've ever heard. I saw the disappointment in his eyes as he answers, "My parents are well-known personalities in the business industry. I'm the only child of the family, the only successor. I needed focus on running the company and that means giving up my own dreams" His statement shakes me from dreaming. He came from a wealthy family and he's a very talented guy. Not to mention that he's also good looking. He's the Editor in Chief of the school while I am just a simple writer who admires him a lot.