Author's POV 

Collin strolled the dimly lit room, his mind swirling with several thoughts. He took out a packet of cigarettes from his drawer. After settling on the chair, he lit his cigar and dragged on it. He puffed,  staring into the distance.

“Emerald…” He whispered, his lips twitching. Sliding his fingers into his hair, he got on his feet and went to his room. He rummaged through his attics and photo album cabinet, searching for an old picture. When he finally found it, he smiled, his fingers trailing over it like they were gold to him.

His eyes shone with desire as he stared at the image  on the...