It was exactly 3 o'clock in the morning, I found myself in the living room staring the blank canvas in front of me, phone on the table beside my chair patiently waiting Seviro's reply. He didn't answer my calls last night and strangely I am here worried sick about him.
This 3 am conversation with myself is not the first time. It always happen most of the time. I get used to it, for how many years this become my daily routine, perhaps my way to console myself. Although I was just staring to nowhere, my mind is wandering around. Silence always gives me answers.
