kimorticio
There is but one leaf remaining in the naked branches of the tree outside my window. I wonder how long it can hold up with the wind brushing through it's thin veins. Will it get to see the stars in the sky after the night has fallen?
"You only have five minutes left," says the teacher. Miko is still writing his essay. He is still trying to make sense of why he is in this room, working so hard to impress a foreign school, when he can just be at home waiting for the green light to fill the gray loading bar of DotA. For his future, maybe. But when his father dies he's pretty sure he won't be inheriting the business anyway.