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The gloomy view is reflecting on Esperanza's feelings. She wants to take out her emotions, wants to run away from the world, she feels as everybody was against her. Why is this happening to her? Writing is something that Esperanza spends most of her time doing. What is she going to say to her family and people that have told her that she was wasting her time? That they were right? No way!

Esperanza is not going to cry. She has been collecting her emotions for a long time now; with her writing, she can let her feelings out, especially of a moment of disappointment and collective anger. However, she doesn't have the energy to have the words; her soul is consuming with overwhelming thoughts. Esperanza is getting wrap into the multiple, terrible overturn she fears to see that route in the future. She was sitting at the back of the taxicab, passing through the city, not really having a destination. The daylight slowly is coming down, bringing darkness into Esperanza's sight.

          "You can leave me here, sir," Esperanza mumbles at the driver as she is grabbing the cash and hands it to him.

         "Yes, ma'am," the driver affirms, and he gradually makes his path to the sudden stop.

Esperanza recollects her belongings as she is stepping away from the taxicab, not really having any particular destination to go. She unrecognizes the city. The gray color of the clouds, indicating a sudden raining storm will come, as it is merely a reflection of the atmosphere Esperanza is carrying on the back of her soul. She cannot even distinguish herself at this moment. She is lost in agony and emotionally painful.

The clouds are slowly getting lower, abruptly changing its color, creating a purple mist on the floor. Esperanza receives notice of the surprising setting's change, gradually realizing that she's alone now. She makes an expression of confusion, not wanting to lose her composure, not bringing attention to the deep terror she is holding. A glowy white figure deliberately gets near her, transforming to what it appears to a man. However, he seems angelic. Esperanza glances at him; there was something about him that reminds him of somebody she used to know. Yet, she cannot put her fingers as to whom.

"I don't intent to scare you away,"he gently whispers, Esperanza recognizes those dark chocolate eyes with that white crescent smile. She gasps in awe, without processing the person that is standing in front of her is—"Michael Jackson?"

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End of the chapter
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