A large private room was dead silent that even an echo could be heeded. There was no expression in the person's eyes as he scrolled the pictures on his mobile, his eyes fully focused on the happy face of the girl that has clogged his brain. He did not tend to his broken hand even when blood was dribbling from his arm which got wounded when he smashed a glass table. His instincts kicked in when he watched the press meet.
Just like the glass table, his heart also got shattered today. His thoughts pummelled to the past once again. But soon it broke when the door was pushed open and a friend, Flynn entered.
"Have you watched the press conference, Ethan?" Flynn worriedly asked. It's been five long years since they have met each other and he didn't think their encounter would be under such a circumstance.
