"And I'm afraid..." she breathes, staring at him intently. He looked calm and collected like always, eyes unwavering as he brushes a few curls away from her eyes. "Slowly you'll forget what it felt like to love me." ◇◇◇ In a world where noise, love, and things exist, Vera lived in elbow-deep depression. From barely getting up in the morning to hardly falling asleep at night, Vera had finally seen the mess that had gathered and decided to do something about it. In a quest of self-purpose, Vera learns to love the noise, love, and things existing around her, and completes the journey to her 25th birthday.