[randy]
Two weeks passed.
No good news yet.
It’s one in the morning. It’s cold in here.
I’m the only person awake. The rest were fallen deeply asleep.
Countless sleepless night tires my body.
But my mind and soul remains strong.
Optimistic, to say the least.
I know that Thorne will wake up.
What if he wont’t?
Staring at him in his current state, it seems like he’s running out of luck.
His toned body is slowly withering.
God, I missed the old him. The dominating and jerk boss I had.
Relationships aren’t always perfect.
Ours was never an exception.
I knew it from the start that he’s possessive.
Wanting things for his own.
To him, I was his property. As though I saw it, just an object.
But then, I realized that I’m more than I think I was.
I meant the world
