It was one of those darkest hours of a day to get lost amidst of the densest fogg. Where visibility was narrow and even imagination was feared to take the leap of faith. 

But she kept on walking deeper into the fogg, an anonymous faithless spoilt brat said the society whose darkest always wondered her. Same way the fogg attracted her. 

Nameless, faithless, helpless just those drops of mist tipping down the grass with a hope that it'll hold on to it, the same way she trusted the guy who changed it all. He was different, indeed he was.

Who else could change the way one perceives every single inch of the life within an hour, change that will last forever she knew now.

"A coffee?" That's how it all started. 

"You are a monster!!" All of it ended. 

As the final chapters to her life were being, unwillingly, unwantedly transforming this whole melancholy into an ugly truth. 

That night she stood alone, a prey in the forest. And a monster dressed up like a gentle man had his victim ready. Giving up her to the ugly society to gloup up over time and let her burry under the guilt of being a little careless that night just like this fogg she's walking into. 

Who knew the other side would have been that ugly, the fogg faded beautifully the way her dignity faded away as the ugliness of the society glouped her into.

~ Mono