That evening, after much hesitation, Halia arrived at Jackson's apartment. As she stood outside the door, she wished so much that everything was just a joke; that she would open the door and Jackson would be sitting inside to surprise her. But, all she was greeted by was a cold, dark, lifeless home.
Not too long ago, she had been in this apartment with Jackson. They were sitting on the sofa while she was stitching him up. Now that she thought about it, it was about time to remove the stitches but she wasn't by his side. Would someone in France remove them for him?
Halia turned on the lights and scanned her eyes across the classy apartment. At that moment, she noticed a bunch of roses sitting on the dining table. They were fresh; did Jackson buy them that morning?
She walked over and gently picked them up, admiring their beauty and enjoying their fragrance.
