Three days have gone by since the full moon celebration and my out-of-the-blue sickness. It was both my best and worst time. I got to be pampered by a man I did not know.
My mysterious lover spent most of his time with me in the room where, just as he said, people rarely came to see me. If they did, it was either to give me drugs or food and check on my progress, solely done by a doctor.
After I fainted, I did not bother to fight with him. There was no energy in me to even lift a finger, talk more or less be mad at him for not showing me his face. During our time in that small room, I always told myself not to get too attached. Not to fall in love with him.
If I did, then I was sure to make my heart shatter because I still did not know what he looked like or who he was. He came and went
