At the river bank side, under the golden gleam of sun rays, there was a concrete pavement on the top of the ridge. "Bahww! Bahww! Bahww!" [whine of a puppy.] A small country puppy was running for its life along the pavement as a little girl with a waist-long swinging ponytail chased after it as she must catch it. She appeared to be a 7-year-old little girl with charming, elegant eyes, a slightly big forehead that had been concealed with those silky, slippery black hair bangs, and those edgy muscles screaming for calm while her passion-filled, sharp, and monolid eyes glance was fixed on that running puppy. "Stop, Lisa! I can't run anymore." Another little boy's gasp-mixed voice drew close to her ear from behind. With keep running, she twirled quickly to that side as her ponytail slapped across all over her face. Running backwards, she looked at the thin little boy bowing, taking a breath with an overturned face while his one hand clutched on his hip and another one was pressing against his leg knee without having the vivacity to make a step further. "Come after me!" she did a full-arm beckon at him and twirled back towards the running puppy, keeping up the running before veering back her head once and reassuring, "I'll catch it." His face straightened up, and his cute, gentle monolid eyes looked at her as his aggrieved face once again sighed at her adamantly. His appearance wired out his smart boy aura with the handsome, charming, fair-skinned face. At last, her excited, profuse running feet halted, her hand clutching the puppy's stomach as it hobbled its leg and whole body to escape from her. Whimpers and yelps screeched in her ear just as she lifted it from the ground tenaciously. As she enfolded its whole hobbling body over her chest, she tried to calm it down by offering tenter patting. Compared to her small body, the dirty puppy was slightly too big to carry. However, she calmed its whole soul in no time with her yearning. The sun was absent, and the sky was flattered with lavender mixed with a slight orange when that boy got a glimpse of Lisa coming running with the puppy over her upper body. She put a brake on her feet, gasping in front of him until her heart sangfroid. "Stark, I got it! See how cute this is?" She beamed innocently at him and stroked the puppy's head, which was breathing with its tongue out. His hand quivering, he pulled back from touching it. It was Stark's first interaction with the puppy, so he was hesitating to approach it. Despite that, considering Lisa's happiness, he offered an equivocate smile. She looked at him. "I'm going to raise him," she verbalised lusciously. She named it 'Jesh' and they headed to their home as the night sky occupied all of South Korea. Stark kept a slight distance from her when the puppy tried to peek and lick at his shoulder. At a small wooden house, Lisa entered with the dirty puppy. Witnessing her sludge-dirty dress and the dirty puppy in her hand, her parents unseated quickly. With merry steps, she reached near to them and showed that puppy. She ecstatically said, "Dad, I'm going to raise him." The poor girl had no idea what her parents' frown implied. "Get out of that!" Her father snapped without second consideration while her mother was struck for words, and he added, "Don't come into the house with that." He disgustedly bit his teeth and grimaced at the puppy, not at Lisa, their one and only favourite child. As expected, tears rolled down her cheeks through her distraught eyes. She was stunned to hear her father snap towards her because it was her first time for him to pick her up, but he just indicated the dirty puppy. For a little girl, it was heartbreaking. Instantly, she left the house, as her mother was confused about her sudden approach with a dog. Stark was eavesdropping through his house's main door, which was directly opposite Lisa's house door. As some footsteps disturbed his listening, he opened the door and peeked at Lisa sitting on the stairs, whimpering as the puppy licked up her tear-bound face. He sat next to her, judging her love for the puppy, and he proffered hospitality. "I will raise him, Lisa. Give it to me," he stretched his two hands to get a hold of that puppy. She snivelled and looked at him with tear-brimming eyes. She barely appeared as a crybaby but was cute even while crying. "But you're scared of puppies. How can you raise him?" Her words jerked at his nose instead. Despite getting insulted, he suppressed his anger and swore, "It's okay. My mama loves dogs. Don't worry." Magically, tears halted from dripping down; she whipped off leftover tears and asked with fidelity, "Really?" Her sobbing voice too swapped into faith. "Yes," he nodded confidently. Overcoming the fear of the puppy, his hands were ready to adopt the lonely puppy. "Give it to me." Stark's compassion built faith and drew a smile from Lisa. From that moment on, She started to avoid her father because he had been rude to her earlier. One evening, on the way back home from kindergarten, Lisa got a glimpse of an ice cream shop. On the spot, she proposed with puppy eyes, "Stark, I want ice cream." "But I don't have enough money," he reasoned for his refusal. She shook her head adamantly and pouted before insisting, "I want that. I will not come home until you buy it." His careful glance bestowed scrutiny all over the area for her safety. "Then, wait here." He commented on leaving her alone on the sidewalk. He ran fast towards his house, picked up some money from his savings, and returned to the place. But she was not there where he left her. His flinching eyes scanned all over the area for her. None of the little girls roaming here and there appeared to be Lisa. As time passed, that place darkened little by little. A tinge of neurosis grew inside, and he scratched his back head out of anxiety with staggering pupils. He then rushed to the ice cream shop and pointed at the place where Lisa was standing earlier before asking, "Aunty, did you see the girl standing there just now?" "I think she was chasing after something," she uncertainly informed. "Do you know which direction she went?" gingerly asked, seeds some hope that he could find her. She set aside some time to regather memory and asserted, "She went to the right side." He bowed instantly, not with less respect. He then ran to that side. After ten steps of his running feet, he located a bond that split the green land into two making it way too deep into the dark forest. The tip of his ear twitched once the faint cry of someone hit his ear. Right away, he identified it as Lisa; he aspirated and unravelled his fear before gearing up towards the forest. "Lisa! Lisa!" He shouted. "Ha??" Her frightened face peeked at the way Stark was coming running. "Stark, I am here." She raised her trembling hands halfway and straightened her back confidently, but that didn't apply to her horrified eyes, which took rest after spilling many trickles of tears. He located her sitting with her knees pulled together up to her chest and her two hands hugging them tightly in fear. He sat on his knee, assessed her panic-stricken face, and didn't get tired of filtering. "Why are you here?" He softly approached her shoulder and offered solace. She snivelled once, and her childish sob voice explained, "I chased after the rabbit, but I ended up here." She whimpered and burst into a massive cry. He hugged her in no time and tapped her back shoulder gently as he soothed her unnerve. "Stark, I'm scared," she groused with a whining, tightening hug on him. "It's alright, I am here." He patted her head and added emotionally, "I will never leave you." The precipitation of warmth from his mouth gradually pacified her. Thereafter, they headed back home. On the way back home, he offered her ice cream. "Here, eat it. Your fear will fly away," he advised as she received it with dedication. She smiled with that timid face. Then they went home together. The sun had just peeked out of the sky. At Stark House, family members were having breakfast in the tranquil atmosphere. Suddenly, a phone rang, demolishing the calm. His mother answered the phone casually. Suddenly, "What? Okay, I will come." Tears rolled down her face. Her husband unseated quickly and asked, "Xiya, what happened? Why are you crying?" "My mom is in the hospital; the doctor told her she has heart disease." She plunged into deep sorrow mixed with daunt, wiping away her chronically falling tears that wet her cheek. "Oh God, hurry up. Let's go to the hospital." Stark's father hurried up to her. At the hospital. "Her condition is at a critical stage. You should shift her immediately to Canada; otherwise..." The doctor informed her, hopelessly shook his head at last. Unknowing about the situation, Stark bewilderedly hugged her father's leg while her father and mother were anxiously listening to the doctor. However, the tinge of the little boy's puppy eyes on him acquainted him with his mother's and father's worry-bimming faces. Then they agreed to shift her to Canada. So, Stark's father, Lian, asked, "When will we leave from here?" "According to her situation, you need to shift her today," the doctor replied and left. His mom looked at his dad. It was distinguished by extreme anxiety. They were shocked and, at the same time, confused about moving all in one day. Stark's father was not delayed in making a decision. "You go and tell his teacher to transfer the school for him; I will complete the hospital formalities," he instructed in a rush, pushing them to hurry. The sun came to the centre of the sky. At school, Lisa ran to Stark as soon as she spotted him standing outside of the classroom with his mother. "Stark, where did you go? I had knocked on your door in the morning, but no one was there," spilt all her concern at once, forgetting to take a breath. As his mother brought him to follow the class teacher, unwitting of what was going to happen, Lisa held his hand, embraced him with a delighted smile, and walked with him while Stark was unable to discern the upcoming sorrow of Lisa. Inside the staff room. As she heard the word 'transfer' bounce between the teacher's mouth and Stark's mouth alternately, her eyes expanded in appal and she tightened her grip on Stark's hand. "Why do you transfer?" She stretched out sudden words uninformed. "Don't go," She was adamant, dragging him closer to her and clinging to him adamantly. Stark's head was downward; guilty eyes met the ground. He appeared to be nonresponsive. As Stark signed the transfer form, tension and anxiety arose equivalently for Lisa. She further tightened the hold on his hand. After handing back the pen, Stark turned to Lisa and forcefully unsealed his hand from her. "Goodbye, Lisa," his eyes held a tinge of gleam over at her, and he praised her a chain made up of a small diamond-like thing heartbreakingly. In no time, Lisa burst into an adamant cry. "Don't go stark," she screamed. Stark was about to cry when tears dripped down his cheek. However, he suppressed it. His mother was concerned; "Bye Lisa," she also didn't want to drift apart from Stark. Two of their parents were witnesses to their unbreakable pond since the two children were used to crawling. They left the place where they were living and also took Jesh (the dog) along with them. Stark and his parents were on an aeroplane. He looked down at the evening city through the window and dreaded it. "I will come for you," he caressingly voiced to his dog, Jesh. After the class had finished, Lisa ran to Stark's house, expecting that it was all a lie. But he was not there, and she ran to the riverside too, hoping he would appear. "Stark! Jesh!" she shouted her lungs out as the evening sun totally faded away, the shadow of dimming clouds demonstrating the night was going to approach the city already. Nothing could work like what she did to make Stark appear in front of him. Night came. Her mother and father fluttered, searching all around the house for her. They searched all nearby places separately. At the time, her father caught a glimpse of a little girl standing alone near the riverside. Hoping it was Lisa, he prayed inside his strung, undulating heart. He shouted, "Lisa!" "Father," she said, turning to him quickly. his whimpering hysterically. "Dad, he left me." She lamented, grousing as her father ran fast to her and hugged her in no time, ejecting his petrified sense that he might lose her. He was glad and very thankful to God. He didn't want to dig up anything as long as his little daughter surrendered in his arms. "It's alright, let's go home," he patted her head tenderly, convinced her. Her mother also came running, gasped, and relaxed herself once she was sure Lisa was still there. On the way home, Lisa fell asleep on his shoulder. At house. Her dad laid her to sleep in her small bed and wrapped a bedsheet for her. Her mother and father kept gazing at her in perturbation. They knew it was her first time drifting apart from her sweetheart, Stark, so it must be a storm for her mild heart.