Prologue:
"No guilt is forgotten so long as the conscience still knows of it..."
I've been staring at the written quote in my desk. Today is my first history lecture and the writing on my chair is the first thing that caught my attention.
Ever since, it never left my mind. What does the writer meant by that?
After my classes I had to walk home alone since my friends still have their classes. As I am about to turn in an alley, something interesting caught my eye. In a glass wall of a shop I see a time glass with a flower inside it. It was pretty.
"Pretty, isn't she?"
