He was sitting at his usual spot, breathing in the medicine smell he have gotten used to by now. It was supposed to be Christmas in few days so the room had been decorated with a small tree, fairy lights and candles. The room was embraced by brightness. Her cellphone in his hand had rung a million times over already, emails and messages asking her why she wasn’t answering her phone, people wishing her merry Christmas. He wondered why he kept charging it every day, why was he so desperate to do something so stupid just to grab onto the hope that she was going to be fine. At the time he was ready to believe anyone, beg anyone who would just give him the assurance that Ace was fine.
Broody came by thrice a day to check on her, sometimes he would drop by almost unconsciously to see how she w
