'Crack' a thunderstorm rages outside of his window, the lights flicker off. He is forced to light a fire in the fire place on the dreadfully cold night, for light and for heat.
He sits in the floor alone in front of the fire, scrawling notes on a piece of paper ...'a salmon pink hat and rosy cheeks'...
He is writing about a girl.
A girl he has never met.
A girl that could be his dream girl.
But a girl that could only ever be a dream girl.
Because no one could be ever be that dream girl.
She was the prettiest girl he could ever not know.
Too impossible to be real.
Satisfied with what he has completed he starts to draw a picture, sketches of the dream girl in different positions. Sleeping, eating, laughing, playing, running. A single tear rolls down his cheek, he knows she could never be real.
All of a sudden a gust if wind picks up the papers and throws them into the fire in front of Alfendi. The fire dances with the pieces that slowly burn away.
He could not bare to see that face again because it brought him a feeling in his heart that was so strong like someone was pressing down on his chest and at the same time the butterflies fluttered around immensely inside his stomach.
It was then he decided that he would not draw that face again.
The perfect girl, the dream girl.