Chapter 9

    Isobel POV

    

    Now in the city, I strolled through the morning light. The sun glinted from windowpanes, hurting my eyes. And my step slowed.

    

    Different cars hauled on the exquisite street, horning in between glassy mansions. I stood near parked cars, glancing about. And at this moment, the human race appeared strange.

    

    In every face I saw, non resembled Arthur's. Humans were as countless as fishes in the sea. And here, I stood in lonesome, and like a visitor seeking for my lost half heart. Wondering where he would be.

    

    I walked to the waited crowd, surveying people's faces, and then cars stopped and we crossed the road.

    

    Girls make-up and dressed with a bag on each hand, to show off in this city. And they smelt of riches perfumes. Their clothes beautified them
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