Venus
I followed Ivy to the kitchen. She’d been visiting my house ever since we got closer and when she was discharged from the hospital. She immediately went back to her ballet studio, practicing almost every day to catch up on all the routines that she sadly had forgotten. Even though she was not suffering from Alzheimer's anymore, the memory that had disappeared from her mind didn’t come back. Well, logically, they wouldn’t. But ivy didn’t care about it and focused herself to learn again. And I couldn’t wait to watch her perform this Sunday.
As I entered the kitchen, “Where’s Micah?” she asked while gazing her crystals at me.
“I don’t know. He only said he’s not welcomed to the group so he ran out.”
“Ah, that fiancée of yours sometimes acting like a child,” she teased. Ivy didn’t m
