They say love knows no boundaries, but how can an orphan like me that had to work myself to death for every meal of the day, be romantically involved with someone who's destined for greatness and was born to lead a sophisticated and high maintenance life? "We stand on a different ground, Olivia. But I am willing to lose everything I have to stand with you" She managed to utter in a shaky voice, her usual stoic and emotionless face is now stroked with tears. And beyond all that, she's still as dazzling as ever. The moon serving as the only source of light inside her room, illuminated her alluring face and it made my hands itched and craved to caress her delicate skin I was dying to comfort her and tell her that it's going to be okay. But would it be? When the strongest enemy we have is herself.