The only home you knew now was the mental hospital. The only place where you slept, ate and drank. The nurses and doctors were nice but you were there because of trauma and depression. But why?

Two years ago you fell in love with Aaron Volkov. You loved him so much that you ran away from your house because your parents didn't allow you to be with him. They wanted you to focus on your studies and become a doctor. But fate wasn't on your side, was it now?

Aaron acted like he didn't even know you when you reached his house. He acted innocent in front of his parents, silently signalling you to do the same. Reluctantly, you acted the same way and exited the house. Your brain was in such bad condition now that the authorities of the city had to get you to an actual mental hospital. The place you've feared since a child.

Aaron didn't know what to do. Whether to be guilty or to leave you alone. He would visit everyday, shoving the money into the staff's mouths just to see you. Know you're at least physically fine.. He was visiting today too.

“Why isn't she speaking? It's been damn months.” He repeated the second time to the nurse, looking at the quiet Eveline trace circles on the bed sheets of the hospital bed. His face hinted no emotion except a bit of softness and gentleness in his eyes that was only for you