Five days later,
Ace's apartment, Crescent's room,
Crescent was having a phone conversation with his mother.
"Hey mom." Crescent greeted his mother over the phone.
"How's my darling doing?" Mrs. Hart asked her son.
Crescent paused for a moment, recalling his last encounter with Ace. He sighed as he lied to his mother. "I'm doing great mom," he said.
"Why are you lying?" Mrs. Hart's question caught Crescent off guard.
Crescent cleared his throat and asked, "What do you mean? I'm fine mom, really." He made every effort to persuade his mother.
"I'm your mother," With a sigh of exhaustion, Mrs. Hart said, "I can tell you're depressed just by listening to your voice. Did you have a fight with Ace?"
"Yeah." Crescent's eyes welled up with tears as he heard his mother, "Mom, I miss yo
