Author’s POV
The hospital room was quiet save for the continuous beep from the heart monitor machine. The pungent smell of disinfectant lingered in the air, and the gloomy atmosphere added a hint of eeriness to the room.
Colin stood by the bedside, his expression completely emotionless as he just stared at the unconscious Stacy on the bed.
In just a few hours, Stacy seemed as though she had lost pounds. But it was mainly because the foundation she had always disguised herself with was now gone. In its place was a pale, sick face.
Colin didn't seem to notice any of these things. His eyes were vacant, lacking any worries, guilt or remorse.
Just nothing.
And it’s that nothing that gave his aura an odd air.
His mind seemed to have filtered out the events that had taken place the past fe
