The heart monitor beeped in the silence of the VIP room Lexus was unconscious in. He had received his treatment in a hospital nearby and then was transferred to the room. His breathing was steady but he wasn't waking up.
I sat on the chair beside his bed and even though the doctors said he'd be fine, there was something inside my chest that kept pricking me.
Even though I should be relieved that he is fine, why does my heart ache so much?
The more I look at Lexus, the more I feel hurt.
Am I feeling guilty?
It was my selfish wish to start work.
Somehow, it feels like that isn't the case.
The door opened and a woman entered the room. She had a dignified aura around her, looked in her late thirties, maybe younger? but she had such a strong demeanor that as soon as her gaze landed on me I stood up from the chair and wanted to leave.
"I'll take my leave."
