Alex Darwin:

After spending years in the city, I was back in my hometown. I decided to take a break from work and came to visit my parents where they had been staying since my dad passed me the CEO position of our company.

I was standing in the balcony of my old room where I used to come and stay on vacation. My father bought this property with his first great deal and my mother loved this house more than the mansion he had bought in cities.

I leaned on the railings with the steaming mug of coffee in my hand—which was prepared by my lovely mother and sitting on my nightstand when I came out from the shower. My mother knew how difficult it was was for me to move in the morning without a hot cup of coffee—it wouldn't be wrong if you say I was a caffeine addict.

I savored the bitter taste of the coffee, enjoying the crisp morning of autumn. The peace of the area made me think of the brisk morning of New York City. I own a lavish condo in the main city, close to my office and loved my isolated space. However, in all these years, I never realized that I needed to come back to this town and bask into my childhood memories.

My eyes lazily roamed around the neighborhood and followed the van from a moving company stopped outside the house across mine.

A few workers stepped outside and started to take out the boxes from the van. A car stopped behind the van and two tall teenage boys stepped out of it, dressed in jeans and jackets.

Then the back door opened and a woman came out of the car looking upset. Her hair was black with a hint of gray streaks in them — she looked in her fifties. Her brown eyes were giving out how exhausted she was by this moving process. She looked pale but had a light hue on her sunken cheeks.

A teenage girl slipped out of the car, dressed in jeans and a white sweatshirt. She had brown and long hair, almost reaching to her back. She looked young and impertinent; there was a scowl on her face while she aggressively spoke to the woman. The woman looked annoyed by whatever that girl was saying.

I was about to leave when jeans-clad slim legs caught attention. I stopped dead and stared at the beauty that stepped out of the car.

My eyes moved from her nude heels to her jeans-clad legs and settled on her blush color jumper. I stood there with my mouth agape while my heart was pounding in my chest.

I had seen a fair amount of beautiful women in my life, but none of them managed to knock my breath out like this.

Her raven hair was tangled in soft curls, resting on her back—almost touching her waist. Her creamy complexion was glowing under the bright sunlight making her look like some sort of angel. However, her startling chocolate brown eyes and her slim straight nose were the highlights of her beautiful face. She looked barely five feet while her heels were providing her a few inches to make her appear taller.

She was uniquely gorgeous and making me feel something that I hadn't experienced in the past. For a moment, I was forced to think that she was a figment of my imagination.

She stared at the house then shook her head with a smile. Her mesmerizing smile left me smitten in the spot.

I had to confess to myself that I was fascinated by her. Who the hell I was kidding? I was totally attracted to her.

For some weird reasons, I felt a sense of familiarity with her, even though I was seeing her for the first time in my life.

She went inside the house with her family and I felt disappointed that I couldn't catch the last glimpse of her face.

♥

I didn't understand if it was a coincident or destiny that was playing a role here, but her room happened to be exactly across mine. I could watch her scramble around with her hair tied in a bun, wearing comfy shorts and a shirt.

I was gazing at her room from my window. I wanted to catch a single look at her angelic face before I would go to bed.

When her room stayed dark I realized she must have fallen asleep. I was about to turn around and go to bed when she entered her room, wearing cotton shorts and a white color tee. Her raven locks were sitting on the top her head in a messy bun while some tendrils covered her face — she tucked them behind her ear and picked a journal.

She sat down on the table then kept working on something. Half an hour later, she yawned and shut off her journal then slipped into her bed.

I want to bed and laid down on my back, thinking about my obsession with this new girl.

In my twenty-seven years of life, I had never fallen in one-sided love or had a crush. I was surprised at my keen interest in her.

I thought about Rebecca, we were together for almost a year before I broke up with her three months ago. I discovered she was a puppet of one of my competitors and selling him my business secrets while having an affair with him behind my back.

I didn't show any mercy to her and him. They went through a living hell for playing with me. They begged for my forgiveness, trembling on their knees in front of all the business associates.

I was not handed the title of the most ruthless businessman for nothing. In this cruel world of competition, one needs to stop thinking from the heart and start acting from the mind. I stopped thinking from a heart a long time ago and didn't care who I'd hurt emotionally to get something I want.

When my father decided to marry my mom, he asked his dad for some money to start his investment company. He was freshly graduated with a fiancee degree but managed to take his company from zero to top with his hard work. After I graduated from business school, my father decided to retire from the CEO position and gave me the hold of the company. My parents moved back to their hometown to enjoy their retirement years, relishing in the memories of their love story while I stayed in the city. I had been operating my dad's company for the last five years and it had been doing better than ever.

Now, I was recognized as Alex Darwin, a ruthless businessman, and a great investor.

🖤

The next morning, I was standing in the balcony once again—drinking the coffee and hoping to get a glimpse of that girl when the main door of her house opened and she came out.

She was dressed in a plain cream color knitted sweater and fitted jeans. There was a black handbag slung on her shoulder. She locked the door then took the one glance inside her bag before walking towards the right side of the street.

I watched her leave with the disappointment when it registered in my head that it could be the best time to casually come across her and get to know her.

Leaving the coffee on my desk, I shrugged on my black hoodie and glanced at myself in the mirror to discover my hair looking disheveled. I ran my fingers through my hair a few times to settle them down. I didn't bother to change my grey sweatpants and put on my Nike Pegasus.

I knew I didn't look like a millionaire businessman, operating an investment company in the city. And I was glad because from the look of that girl I could tell she wouldn't get impressed by my money.

I stuffed my cell phone and my wallet in my pocket and ran out of the house. I looked around to see where she'd disappeared.

Damn, I lost her!

I cursed myself for missing the chance to meet her. Disappointed at my fate, I decided to visit the park that was just across the street. It was the park where I used to play with my friends when I was a kid. That place held a lot of good and bad memories of my childhood.

A few kids were playing with a dog and smiled at me when I entered the park. My eyes went to some teenagers playing basketball on the ground and I decided to join them. However, a beautiful fountain caught my eyes — that must be a new edition in the park I thought. I was about to turn when a girl sitting near it made me stop dead. Her head was down, she was writing something in a notebook and looked pretty engrossed. Round shaped glasses rested on her nose making her look cute.

I found my legs leading me towards the bench where she was sitting. I nervously sat down beside her, hoping she would notice me but she didn't. She kept writing with her head. I peeked at her notebook to see what she was writing when the title "Not A Fairytale" caught my gaze. Before I could've read it any further, she lifted her head up and I whirled my head to the left and pretended to stare at the sky.

I could feel her intense gaze on me, looking at me suspiciously.

"Hi, I am Carl."

I looked at a boy who was standing before me with his hand extended towards the girl. The girl ignored his hand and turned her attention back to her notebook.

The boy's face flushed in embarrassment while I caught his friends booing at him from afar. The poor boy was trying to make a move to impress his friends and the girl beside me was just humiliating him to no end.

"Hey, so I wanted to ask. Would you like to have a coffee with me?" The boy said hesitantly.

I glared at the boy, ready to tell him off when she decided to speak. "I'm not interested, kid."

I snickered at her response and the boy glared at me.

"C'mon, don't play hard to get. I'm just asking for coffee, nothing else," He said bluntly.

I gave credit to the boy for being brave— at least more than me. He was trying to ask her out when I hadn't even stricken a conversation with her.

She closed her notebook and gave him a once over.

"I'm not playing hard to get. I just simply don't want to have coffee with you because you seem young."

"So you're in the older guys?" He said with an amused smile.

She got up from the bench and hardly reached to boy's chest. She glared at him with her hands on both sides of her waist.

"Excuse me?" She said.

"Look, I haven't seen you here before so you're probably new. I can help you and show you around if go on a coffee with me." He said.

She looked angry now with the way her fist began to clench. I felt like taking a complete 180° degree turn and leaving the park before stupid Carl ruins my chances with her as well.

"What was your name again?"

The boy looked at her with his mouth dropped open then he stuttered. "It's C-Carl."

"Look, Carl, find someone of your age. I'm too old for you," She said.

"I-I'm seventeen. You look like my age," The boy muttered.

Suddenly, she laughed aloud. Her laugh was melodious and I loved it.

"Not again!" She muttered. "I'm old enough to be your elder sister. Twenty-three, going to be twenty-four pretty soon."

"I don't believe you," He said, looking her from head to toe.

"I don't have my ID with me to smack on your face so you have to trust me. I am not sixteen." She said folding her arms on her chest and glaring at him.

"Whatever," the boy said, still not believing her.

I felt sorry for the boy when he turned to leave and his friends started laughing at him. But at the same time, I wanted to throw him in the fountain for annoying her.

She sat down again and picked up her notebook again, reading something.

"Well nice trick to get rid of him," I blurted out, instantly regretting my words.

"Excuse me?" She said, glancing at me.

"I was just complimenting you on the trick that you pulled to get rid of that boy," I explained.

"What trick?" She asked me frowning.

"You lied to him about your age to make him leave, didn't you?"

"What made you think that I lied?" She asked me with a frown.

I swallowed with difficulty. "You look young..."

"I don't know if I should be flattered or angry," she said.

"So, you are you really twenty-three?" I asked her.

"Is it that hard to believe?" She asked, looking at me. "I'm twenty-three. I've always looked younger than the other girls my age."

I sighed in relaxation. If she was sixteen I would've left that park faster than Carl.

"Isn't it's a good thing? I mean, you would stay younger for a long time."

"When I want to intimidate my brothers, they don't take my threats seriously because of my short height and young-looking face. It has some disadvantages," She said with the sad smile.

"I think they still listen to you and do what you want them to do despite not taking your threats seriously," I said.

I didn't know where the words were coming from in my mouth.

"How do you know this?" She asked me in surprise.

"Just a guess," I said in a teasing tone. "Also, you looked intimidating when you were scowling that boy."

"You weren't scared of me by any chance, were you?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm not going to lie. I was prepared to save that boy if you'd decide to attack him," I said.

Her mouth opened and closed like a goldfish and I stared at her bow-shaped plump lips longer than necessary.

"I wasn't going to attack him...I was just upset because he was disturbing me."

She glanced at her notebook with an unhappy look.

"You were writing something?"

"So you were looking at my work."

She gave me a short glare.

"I...was just curious."

I smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of my neck, nervously.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to kill you or anything for reading my notebook. But if you tried it again then I'll have to kill you," she said in a deadpan voice.

"Then thanks for not killing me now," I replied with the small laugh.

"No need to thank me just yet," She said with a dazzling smile on her face.

"Nice chatting with you. But I've to leave now," she said, stuffing her notebook in the bag and slinging her bag on her shoulder.

I felt disappointed that she was leaving so soon. I was actually enjoying her company more than I imagined.

"Do you live here?" She asked me hesitantly.

"Yes, I do."

"Can you tell me where the nearest grocery shop is? I'd seen one somewhere on the way here, but I forgot where. Well, I have recently moved to this town so it says a lot..."

A hope spread in my heart. I stood up and rubbed my hands together.

"I can show you if you want," I offered.

"No, I don't want to trouble you. Just tell me the direction and I'll go myself," She said waving her hand in dismiss way.

"No, it's fine. I've nothing better to do. Actually, I'm here on a vacation," I said, desperately wanting to convince her to allow me to stay here in presences for a little longer.

"Oh, okay then," she said with the shrug.

We walked side by side, silently for a while.

"Are you here on a break from college?" She asked hesitantly.

"I've graduated a long time ago. I work in an investment company," I told her a white-lie.

"That's great. What was your major?" She asked excitedly.

"Finance."

"Interesting. You like playing with money." She replied with a smile.

"You can say that," I said with a laugh. "What about you? Are you in college?"

A pained look appeared on her face, her smile vanished from her face. I knew I'd asked something that I shouldn't.

"No, I discontinued my studies after... I mean since last year."

I watched her when she stopped and bit her lower lip.

She smiled and said, "My major was accounting. I have always loved the numbers."

"I can tell, you do," I said dismissing the topic.

But my heart ached for her, noticing the grief on her face and detecting the pain in her voice.

It was clear she didn't drop out because of the course, she loved studying. So it left the only possibility that I could think of. She couldn't afford to continue her studies.

I wanted to know more about her but I didn't want to creep her out with so many questions.

"Here's the store. Thanks for showing me the way," she said with a smile.

"Don't mention it," I said with a polite grin.

She went inside the store, giving me an uncertain look. I turned around to leave but something inside me forced me to stay outside and wait for her.

After fifteen minutes, she came out with three bags in her hands and looked at me in surprise. "You're still here?"

"I just thought you'd need help with the bags," I said taking two bags from her arms.

She raised her perfectly shaped eyebrow then smiled at me. "Seriously, any girl would find this creepy."

My heart fell to my stomach. I knew my impatience was going to scare her away.

"But I understand that you have nothing better to do because you're here on vacation," she said with a teasing smile.

I sighed.

"I am just doing a good deed."

"Yeah, right."

We walked side by side, silently enjoying each other's company until the street came.

"Thank you for walking me and carrying my bags. I live in this street and I can carry everything from here," She said, taking bags from me.

I nodded my head at her, understanding that she didn't want to show me her house.

"So will you be coming to the park tomorrow?" I asked hesitantly.

"Maybe or maybe not. It depends on how I am feeling," she said with the shrug.

I felt disappointed until I noticed a hint of a smile on her face.

"See you then," I said.

She stared at me, waiting for me to leave so I pretended to leave the street and stood at the corner of the road. When she was safely inside her house I made my way back to my house.

Night~

I was staring at some girl, her face was blurry but her smile was wide. Suddenly her smile changed into a cry — a plea to protect her.

I tried to do something to rescue her but there seemed to be a glass wall separating me from going to her. I desperately tried to break the wall. I  punched it repeatedly until my fists started to bleed. Then I heard her blood-curdling scream and I snapped to her. It was the girl that I met in the park then my eyes popped open.

I looked around in panic and realized I was in my bedroom. I sat up and told myself that it was just a horrible nightmare. I got up and made my way to the window. I peeked at her house and saw that the curtains of her window were drawn.

My eyes went to the wall clock and I noticed it was seven in the morning, so I decided to take a shower and get ready for the day. I got changed into my jeans and a blue t-shirt after a shower and went downstairs to find my mom humming a song while making breakfast. My dad was sitting on the couch in the living room and reading the newspaper.

"Good morning," I said taking a seat on the couch beside my dad.

I went to the kitchen and kissed my mother on the cheek. "Good morning."

She kissed my cheek lovingly. "Why are you up so early?"

"I had a weird dream last night," I told her.

"Was it scary?" My mother asked in concern.

"Yes, it was horrific."

"Do you want to talk about it?" She asked placing a comforting hand on my arm.

"I was desperately trying to protect some girl but I couldn't," I said disappointedly.

She placed her hand on my cheek. "Was it about Rebecca?"

"No, mom. It wasn't about her. Don't worry, it was just a weird dream." I told her.

"Everything is going to be okay. A magazine came for you, it's on the table in the living room."

"Morning, son," my dad said.

"Morning, dad," I replied, picked up the mega magazine that had taken my interview recently. My manager sent me a copy of the published magazine.

I was reading a magazine when my mother called us for breakfast.

After breakfast, I went back to my room to check my emails and then I'd a meeting on Skype with my manager.

Around five in the evening, she came out of her house and started to walk in the direction of the park. I jumped in excitement and hurriedly left the house, muttering an excuse to my parents of meeting some old friends.

When I arrived at the park I found her sitting on the same bench where we sat yesterday. I didn't want to scare her and appear like a stalker so I plugged the earphones in my ear and started to jog with the hope she would acknowledge me and initiate a conversation.

But sadly, she stayed focus on writing something in her notebook. I ran for thirty minutes, trying to catch her attention but when she didn't notice me I slumped down beside her on the bench.

She pulled out a water bottle from her bag and handed it to me. I was surprised but I took it. I gulped down some water and cleared my throat.

"You didn't have to run so many laps to get my attention. You could have just said hello," she said teasingly.

I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to hide my embarrassment.

"If you'd given me a small indication that you've noticed me then I would've stopped running around like a lost puppy," I said.

"I was taking pleasure in your misery. It was pretty funny to watch a grown man pout every time he noticed that I wasn't paying attention to him," she said, looking amused.

"Maybe that grown man was dying to talk to you and you were just being cruel," I told her.

Suddenly, she got up from the bench and stuffed her notebook inside her bag. I took the hold of her wrist to stop her from leaving.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"I'm not going anywhere, I was just putting my things in my bag." She said with a hearty laugh.

She looked at my hand and I let go of her wrist.

"We didn't even share the names yesterday. What's your name, stalker boy?" She asked, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Alex," I said extending my hand.

"I'm Arianna," She looked at my hand then shook it.

As soon as my hand touched her, a blow of cold wind hit us making her hair fly everywhere. But he didn't look bothered and kept her eyes connected with mine.

I couldn't help myself and tucked her hair behind her ear delicately. She sucked a sharp breath in and looked a bit surprised at my action.

"How about we take a stroll?" She asked.

"Sure, " I said and clasped her hand, lacing my fingers with her. She didn't snatch her hand from me or showed any sign of being uncomfortable and I was grateful for that.

A few days later

Arianna and I had been meeting in the park for a few days, we had been trying to get to know each other.

I had learned about her likes and dislikes, about her talent for writing and about her hobbies.

We had been spending hours talking to each other like some old friends. Her voice and eyes had some kind of magic that keeps me captivated.

Night~

I was still getting the same nightmare every night. The dreams were getting extremely real and frightful each day.

At one point, I thought that I was going insane and needed immediate professional help.

I couldn't understand why I was seeing her in extreme pain. She looked like a happy girl to me. But my heart knew her eyes scream sadness.

I woke up with a jolt and sat up on my bed. I was sweating once again. I made my way to the washroom and washed my face then went to my window and glanced at her house.

I couldn't understand why I was getting these dreams daily. Most importantly, why she was always in my nightmares.

I hurriedly put on my fresh sweatpants and shirt then slipped the keys of the house in my pocket.

In the middle of the night, I was standing outside her window with the one question in my head.

I looked around for something to hit her window and wake her up. I found a small pebble and picked them up. Muttering a pray that her brothers or mother wouldn't catch me, I threw the first pebble.

Nothing happened, I tried again and still, her window stayed closed. I tried one last time and threw another pebble which loudly hit her window.

She came to her window looking scared and glanced around.

"Arianna," I called her name.

She looked down to where I was standing. Her eyes widened in shock when she looked at me.

"What are you doing here?" She asked in a panic.

"I want you to come down," I said.

"Why?" She asked me looking confused.

"I want to ask you something?" I said, craning my neck to glance at her.

"I can't come down, not at this time," She said with the glare.

"Please, I want to talk to you," I pleaded.

I knew that she would come down to hear me.

"Okay, wait there," She said, disappearing from my sight.

I waited impatiently for her to come down.

She came out dressed in soft pink pajamas and a black off-shoulder crop top. She looked gorgeous as always.

"What are you doing here at two in the morning?" She asked me, crossing her arms on her chest.

"I'll tell you if you come with me," I said.

"Come with you where exactly?" She asked me.

"I want to take you somewhere," I said.

"Where did you hit your head? I just told you it's two in the morning."

"If you are scared that I would hurt you then trust me I won't," I said cupping her face.

"That's what every serial killer says," she said.

"I...I am not a serial killer. Wow, what are you reading these days?"

"Murder mystery, the guy is exactly acting like you in that book," she said rubbing her chin.

"What? You don't trust me?" I asked feeling a bit hurt.

She laughed lightly. "Oh my god, your face turned white. I was joking. I trust you. I know you will not hurt me. But it's really late."

"Please, Arianna,"

She stared at me for a few minutes then said, "Fine."

She locked the door of her house and looked at me.

"So where are we going?"

"A place where you can see the world from a different angle," I replied.

"Is it far?" She questioned.

"No, it's a block away," I said.

"Then lead the way, Mister serial killer," She said jokingly.

I shook my hand smiling at her habit of giving me silly names.

After ten minutes of walk, we were outside the largest building of the town.

"It looks scary," She said, staring at the old and rusty property. "It wouldn't break as soon as we step inside."

"I promise you it wouldn't break," I said, grasping her hand and taking her inside. "We are going to the rooftop."

"Is there an elevator here? I don't think I can walk more," She said breathing heavily.

I was worried about how tired she looked after a small walk.

"No, there is an elevator here," I said leading her to one.

When we reached the rooftop our hands were still intertwined. I pushed open the rooftop door and stepped forward. She followed behind me, looking confused.

"A perfect place to dump my body," she said.

"Look up," I whispered.

She looked at the sky and gasped with her mouth open in shock.

"It's beautiful," She mumbled, gazing at stars in awe.

"That's why I have brought you here," I said staring at the sky full of twinkling stars.

"It looks like someone has spread small diamonds on the black and blue velvet," She said.

"Yes, it does look like that. My friend and I used to come here when we couldn't sleep. It was kind of our secret place." I told her.

"Your friend would be jealous that you showed this place to your new friend." She said.

"Are we only friends, Arianna?" I asked her.

"Yes." She said slowly.

I didn't know what to say at that moment.

"Just, heads up for you that I'm pretty boring," she snorted.

"I want to be more than a friend," I told her the truth.

She gulped, looking shocked then turned her face another way.

"I can't become anything more than a friend," She said, sighing.

"Why not?"

"I am not good enough for you," She said, glancing down at the floor.

"You're good enough for me," I took a step closer to her.

"No, I am not! I am not, Alex."

"I want to know the reason. Why we can't be anything more than friends?" I asked.

We were standing a breath away, gazing into each other's eyes.

"Alex, please," She whispered.

"Arianna, tell me," I begged her.

"Why are you are so stubborn?" she said, pretending to be annoyed.

"I want to take you out on a date," I said, placing my hand on her cheek.

She sucked in a sharp breath.

I smiled and decided to take a chance. I placed my hands on her waist and pulled her close to my chest.

She was startled at my actions and glanced at me with wide eyes. I could feel her rapidly beating heart in her chest.

I leaned lower while my eyes were still connected with her and placed my lips on her, gently.

She closed her eyes and pressed her lips on mine. I was feeling the fireworks going off in my head.

I took her bottom lip in mouth nipping it and feeling her cold breath brushing my cheek.

She circled her arms around my neck, clutching my collar with her small soft hands. I let go of her bottom lip and she pulled away from me.

"Alex," She said, breathlessly staring at me with fire in her eyes. "I can't be with you. You don't deserve me. Please, stop looking at me with those bedroom eyes."

My heart dropped into my stomach. I wasn't expecting that from her.

"Why are you saying the same thing again and again? You are perfect for me."

"You don't know me." She said.

"You're wrong. I know you," I said.

"It's...too late. We should go back," She said.

"Okay," I said.

I took her back to her house and waited for her to go inside.

Four Days Later~

She hadn't come to the park for three days. I had been waiting for her to show up but I always got disappointment.

I was cursing myself for kissing her like that night. I had scared her with my advances.

Now, it was the fifth day. I was losing my mind so I went to her house and knocked on her door.

Her mother opened the door and looked at me with a questioning gaze.

"Hello, I was in the park when your daughter forgot her pen on the bench," I said lying and showing her the pen that was actually mine. "Is she here?" I asked.

"Oh, she's really forgetful sometimes." Her mother said.

I smiled at her while trying to look nonchalant when I was nervous as hell from inside.

"I didn't know when my daughter made such a handsome friend," She said. "Arianna, come down."

She came down dressed in printed tights and plain blacktop.

"Alex, what are you doing here?" She asked in surprise.

Her mom looked at us and then raised her eyebrows. Arianna gave her a smile and she disappeared into the room.

"I... I'm sorry for everything. If you don't feel the same it's alright. We will stay friends as long as you want me too," I said sounding depressed.

"Let's talk outside," She said, pulling me out of the house and closing the door.

"I...I don't think this is going to work." She mumbled.

"Why?"

"You clearly don't want to be my friend," She said with her face void from any emotions.

"Yes... But?"

"It's not only you. If....if I will spend more time with you I might fall in love with you," she whispered slowly.

Her words didn't stun me at all because I knew what I was feeling wasn't one-sided.

"It's too late to take precautions. I'm completely and utterly in love with you," I said taking a step closer and capturing her lips in a kiss.

She kissed me back feverishly and my heart melted down in my body.

I realized how much I loved the way her body fit with mine, I loved her short height and I loved everything about her.

We were kissing each other like our life depends on it then pulled apart to breathe.

"You're nothing like the man I had known all my life," she said.

"I don't know who you are talking about. But I assure you I am not like him at all," I said, creasing her cheek softly.

"Feel free to walk out of this relationship any day. I will not come after you," she said quietly.

"I've been told that I'm hard to get rid of," I said.

"I've been told that I can't stay here for a long time," she said.

"I'll give you the reason to stay," I said with a smile.

To be continued:

Published Date: 2/04/2017