It was another gray year. Haruna, was waiting for something.  She still longs for the feeling of the pink cloud summer she experienced, for the first time. At first, she thought it would pass for sure, but the numbness in her heart grew exponentially. There wasn't any particular complaints. She wasn't disliked. She was victim of quite some gossip, but she was genuinely someone that people aren't afraid to approach, and to interact with. And that's exactly why, the more she noticed, the more she longed to feel what she once did. Maybe, this year will be the one to finally give her some color.