Wandering around a book store by Avenue A, he never expected to meet destiny. But the moment he decided to keep hold of her, she ran away. She was gone. He was left. Left with unforgettable thoughts of her attractive, brown hair and unbearable memories of her laughter. And they are still stuck at the back of his head. She is. But somehow, you should believe in Destiny. That it will come back. © Copyright 2013 Cynthia Green