It all started with a pinkyswear. A Saturday night, the history started, when a baby girl was born into the arms of an abused, young mother. As the broken soul heard her child's first cry, she fell in love, but she knew the child wasn't hers to keep; she never could be hers in the world where the broken belonged. Twenty four years later, the past met the future, and while Elona deals with her sweet problems halfway-drunk in the bar, she meet her next chapter and pinkyswear. Then the road of pinky promises just continued, while her first would keep on haunting her dreams until she one day would stand face to face with the truth. • • • I promise you it won't be too cliché. I Pinkyswear.