Mars changed into more casual clothes to rest. Long sleeve black t-shirt with jeans. He chose not to treat the wounds and bruises on his face. Instead, he didn't care. Mars had even been injured worse than that before, and he was fine.
But as he sat on the bed, his phone vibrated. He took it and checked, then read a message from Vanylla. In his bruises, Mars smiled when he read her name. Vanylla remembered and worried about him. That's a good sign.
'Hey Mars, are you all right?' Vanylla was worried about Mars. And Mars was thrilled to see that.
'I'm fine Angel, how are you?' Mars was also worried about Vanylla; he had never seen her cry like today. Vanylla must be very sad.
'I'm fine.'
'Have you had dinner, Angel?'
'Yes!' They kept texting each other, and Mars seemed to get a new spirit from communicating with each other like that. Just a short message, but it made him happy.
'Good girl!'
