Alex : Good morning! Got to go!
The morning text from Alex woke me up the next day. It was sent around an hour ago, but I still can’t open my eyes. I just felt like it had been so long since I got to have a nice beauty sleep.
Yeah, that’s true. Since the day that awful tragedy happened.
I reread the message for a second time. It was already morning in NY a few hours ago, I guessed Alex was already in his studio, having whatever it needs to fulfill his opening concert. I didn’t ask when it would start though.
Looking around the room, with all pastel green painted walls, a walking wardrobe around the corner and an en-suite on the order corner making me sigh. It’s probably too late to turn back the time and wish that I am back in NY, ruling my own life, my own way.
But here in this huge
