It was raining when my eyes blinked open. The coldness and the heavy sound of droplets woke me up. I felt my hair through my fingers; the strands were damped but not my clothing. I wore nothing but a white robe. Then I heard someone move from my right, there he sat on a chair just beside my bed.

“You’re awake.” Izaac moved and sat on the corner of the bed while I just looked at him. I don't know what to think or say. I just feel tired.

“Can we talk for a minute?” He asked. I saw a flash of uncertainty on his face. This is my first...