#Chapter171

One year.

Three sixty six days.

Eight thousand seven hundred and sixty hours and an extra day added.

Which was a calendar leap year that has gone by since I was shot inside an invincible plane held captive in it; the one year that held both fond and bad memories as I stare at myself on the mirror. I went into coma to wake up seeing I have birth twins and I was much longer asleep than I presume. My babies growing stronger and bigger everyday as soon their first steps will be taken. A soft sigh escapes me smacking my lips to fully coat the heart shape dark...