Michael was sitting leisurely in the living room enjoying a cup of tea and biscuits, with his mother. The man looks neat in a black suit without wearing a tie and combing his hair with a haircut style.
"Is Casey still the same as usual?" asked Jane, Michael's mother.
"I don't know, I haven't heard from her since yesterday," Michael replied with a flat look.
"Of course, it's because your phone is off. No one can call you, and you're drunk." Jane glanced at Michael rather sarcastically, then took her tea in a white cup.
Michael was silent with a blank stare, imagining what his life would be like if Casey never woke up. The man was still confused, getting tired of waiting and haunted by the fear that his lover would die at any moment.
