The evening was rainy that day. Lampposts were the only thing keeping the streets visible for drivers and pedestrians as the rain was pouring heavily. Most people stayed at home, avoiding the low temperature and that awful weather condition.

Guest, on the other hand, was standing on the sidewalk, soaked to the bone and quietly crying. She was there before it started raining. The same spot. Not moving for over twenty five minutes until the moon disappeared behind the dark heavy clouds.

Thirty minutes earlier, Guest was enjoying her late night stroll under the stars until she got a call from the hospital that her best friend died in a car accident. And no, it wasn’t just any casual friendship. They were friends since primary school, went through a lot together, shared precious moments and Guest knew, she’d walk through fire for that girl. Now she was gone. Wrong place and wrong time.