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❝ Love cannot endure indifference. It needs to be wanted. Like a lamp, it needs to be fed out of the oil of another's heart, or its flame burns low. ❞

- Henry Ward Beecher

OLIVER arrived at his hometown province just before this pandemic started. He's only here for a week or two but it seems it will be longer. It doesn't bother him anyways - in fact, he's happy and excited about it. Staying here at Azure with his Ama (grandma) always gave him that good feeling of contentment and delight. Everyday is a brand new day to learn and experience something new.

One day, as he was taking a jog at his favorite spot, a serene seaside, just to warm up his body for his daily morning workout like he always do, he didn't notice he ran over someone. When he looked back, he did ran over someone. He went back and saw this seventeen-year old boy lying. It seems someone just passed out after drinking some bottles of hard liquor.

At that moment, at that closer first look at the boy's quite pale face, Oliver knew he felt something. He doesn't know exactly what. All he knows is that he felt something. Something mysterious yet magical.

He now wants to know the what, who and why but how? All he knows is that this boy's hair was gray. It was the purest and rarest shade of gray he had ever seen.

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