Prologue
"People aren't rain or snow or autumn leaves. We don't look beautiful when we fall."
We pass hundreds of people in a day. Some of them we see every single day, some of them cross paths with us only once. Do we ever actually stop and think about the fact that they are just like us? They are people with their own stories. They all have a past they would like to forget, they all have a person they think about before they fall asleep but most importantly – they all have a secret they would like to take with them to their graves.
You see their faces, you see the torture and the fear of their secret being unravelled reflecting from their fixated eyes. You see them nervously tapping their toes, you notice them tying and untying their hair over and over again. You know they are hiding something but you're not quite sure if you want to find out what kind of a horrendous truth lies behind the faked smiles and their normal daily routines.
Then the reality hits your face. If they are all just like you, can they see through your disguise? Can they see your agonizing pain, can they see you're trying to run away from the mistakes you made in your past? If the answer is yes, are you ready to let someone in just to pour your heart and guts out?
