Settling in the backseat of the car, Darren saw Xiu curled up in a corner with her head lying against the window. Her eyes were closed and she seemed to be sleeping peacefully as the street lights fell on half of her face to illuminate it in a dreamy way. There was a rare calmness on her face which Darren usually didn't find.
'She was like a little queen
with a tornado of emotions left unseen.
With the burden of unheard shadows of sweet sounds,
she was trudging the path to heaven like a may queen.
Her defying pain was left unfelt
It touched the bottom of her soul
Just to open her whole.
Ah! She was indeed a little queen.
A chaos we called madness
And a recipe of a beautiful disaster.'
