My body felt weak, but my brain didn't let me rest. All along, until the morning came, I was thinking about Abel. I couldn't believe that for a long time, since we separated, I saw him again.

His face...

All about him...

I missed him...

I hated myself for feeling this way. How could my heart still beat for someone who wished me to die?

"I saw him again," I told myself.

"Saw whom?" Out of the silence room, I heard Alexa ask me this.

I arranged myself to look at her, and saw that her gaze was focused on me.

"Nothing."

For a small talk, the silence embraces us...