Third Person’s POV

Wyatt stepped into the room with the glass of blood in his hand. The lights were off and all he could see was darkness.

‘Just like my life.’, he whispered out as he stared at the darkness.

He looked at the old picture which he had and recalled the only person who was close to his heart. ‘Allison’

He sighed her name. How he wanted to meet her, see her, hug her, give her all that she would ever want! But, these dreams of his were nothing but a mirage to him. He couldn’t even call her for God's sake! All because of the mistake he had...