Maine could only say those words to herself as she looked at the sunset that would, hopefully, end her day right. And yet, it didn't look like that to her at all.
What was worst, she only felt even more melancholic than she ever was in her entire life. Exaggeration as it seemed, but it appeared like that to her. Damn it! Why was that?
Surely, this felt weird.
Should she blame that vision again?
