[3rd Person’s POV]
Six in the morning, Randorne finally woke up. The moment his eyes opened, it narrowed to his mom. Randy glanced at the ceiling. He wasn’t able to sleep last night. His thoughts about Thorne kept him up all night. The dark bags underneath his eyes implied the sleepless nights he had.
Randorne scratched his back and hugged his mom. “Good morning, mom,” he greeted, yawning. His gaze met Randy’s. Randy freed himself from thinking of Thorne for a moment. The corners of his lips curved into a wry smile. “Good morning too, baby,” and kissed Randorne’s forehead.
Randy doesn’t want to project a fake or forced smile in front of his son. But he’s left with no choice at all. Even how hard he tried to find inspiration and reasons to smile genuinely, his heart was crying, facing a
