Author's POV

"When did you come to your senses?" Angela's eyes focused on the outside of the night view through the window with cold sights as she was standing there wrapping her arms around her chest. Her voice is deep but not harsh there.

Erish, sitting silently in his wheelchair a few meters away from her opposite direction, looked at her with a sorrowful and guilty gaze. As he listened to her query.

"It has been a week…" Erish answered in a short breath as he felt too complicated at this moment when he saw her today. She's not the same person whom he knows and he realized that as...