ALICE
'Do you know this woman?’
His mother is scrutinizing me from top to bottom. Her eyes are wide open and nothing is visible there apart from pure disgust. Her cold voice challenges every piece of the person that I am.
I am holding a flower bunch, his favorite chrysanthemum in my hands. My eyes can’t tolerate the scorching heat that his mother’s gaze is throwing my way.
I am fiddling with my fingers with the ultimate hope that he answers that damn question.
‘…’
Silence prevails for a long time yet nobody answers back.
I slowly raised my head to look at what he was doing. I cannot understand why he is holding the same look as his mother beside him.
I unconsciously start arranging the jumpsuit that I am wearing. His appearance is cold enough to send shivers even during the pl
