Jack
I looked at myself in the mirror, the black suit fitted me perfectly. Today's gala is to support cancer patients but mostly for rich people to come together and show off their wealth.
Allena was right, these events are a headache. I am sure eighty percent won't even know what the cause is. But who am I to judge? Hell, I was one of them for a long time.
I walked down the stairs while messaging my unfortunate date when my eyes caught light coming from the right side.
The gate was half open and no voice coming out of it. I walked slowly inside the room and Allena was sleeping peacefully on the chair half covered in paint.
My heart swelled up, coming home to her has become the highlight of my day. I still remember when, today, she called this place our home for the first time. She wa
