Mason turned on the shower and stepped under it. A loud sigh escaped his throat. He shut his eyes.

Meanwhile on the outside, Kira found the support of the bed, she sat on it and lowered her head. Her two hands holding it up midway. She was barely alive. Nothing felt like a reality to her anymore. She felt trapped. She was suffocating. Those who roam freely should be grateful. Her life had gone sour.

She sniffed back the tears. And stood. Quite funny, how she kept going back and forth with new decisions everyday. Right now, she had just given up on being stubborn. She had no right too....