ANGELA’S Point Of View
HIS FACE…
The eyes… nose, lips.
He seems no sleep at all.
“W-Who are you?”
He looks at me with the crease on his forehead.
“Do you think I will ask that question?” I continued and start to smile when he creases his forehead even more.
“That’s not funny,” he said and gave me a weird and death glare.
“I’m just kid—” But before I continue my words, I ended in his arms.
His hugs seem like he misses me more than anything else, and I miss him so much. I thought I will not see him anymore.
“I’m glad you are awake,” he said and start removing his arms around me.
“Why? What do you mean?” Am I sleeping this long?
“You were sleeping for a week, Angela. I am so worried that I might think you will not go to wake up.” Yeah, I found the trouble in his eyes and face.
“Is that the reason why you are not eating or sleeping?”