The Shadow Alpha

In the fleeting years, youth is like a solo journey. Along the way, there are various obstacles, including the betrayal of friendship, the despair of love, and the heart-wrenching sorrow that should be faced head-on. The only thing you can do is make the right choices, avoid these obstacles, and safely reach the finish line.

At the age of tenderness, like the skyline that cannot even hold the last arc, so panicked and fearful, stumbling all the way, Mia Miller barely brushed past college, not even a passerby.

In July, this summer, Mia was quiet and didnt want to say a word. Clinging to her body, pillowing her arms, she lay on the window sill watching the sky, still lonely and blue. It seemed to cover everything under the weather.

The rendered embarrassment, if there or not, the paper torn from the calendar covered the entire floor of the room. Barefoot on the diagonal wooden floor, on the smooth walls, a few strokes outlined the vague outline of youth.

It turned out that the rare time to kill, the best time to squander, was all youth. When helplessness and silence walk side by side, it is the most likely to collide with extreme sparks. So after the mottled, in the calm, it is already a disastrous defeat, this is Mias predicament.

In September, a new turning point in life can be determined. Dreams are not something everyone can follow from beginning to end, keeping the original planned route intact and walking this posture calmly and unhurriedly.

There are many thorns on the road that you cant imagine, the stumbling blocks that will appear at the next intersection, and the deep despair and loneliness that sleep with dreams. When darkness raises its black skirt, it firmly imprisons Mia, drawing a circle around her, leaving her to mourn in vain.

But Mia forgot that dreams are often not supported by one person alone, but by a large family. At this turning point in life, Mia dared to face and see clearly that she was not alone, not a lamp running out of oil.

The family spent a lot of money, pulled strings, and got Mia into a prestigious institution to continue her studies and her unfinished dreams. In this most difficult and sad season, the family continuously sent warm air to Mias heart.

Mia deeply regretted the rebellion of her youth. Dad, a noun that Mia has been calling since she began to babble, has deeply branded him as an indispensable support for her strength and courage in her life. He made sacrifices for Mia in ways no one could think of, always maintaining an upward lifting motion, just wanting to pull his only daughter to the peak she wanted to reach with his greatest strength.

This first man in Mias life, tirelessly working for Mias dreams. Such a man, how tired and hard he must be. How tired, yet like a mountain, he lets Mia lean on.

Love you, Mia loves you. Even though Mia has never said it to you face to face, Mia thinks you have always known. Known. With this strength, carrying a bag, she sets off to a strange city of reinforced concrete without blood relations or temperature, starting an unknown journey in life.