"Aras."
I took my head off my buried arms and turned my fried greens into a stranger. "Where is Aras?"
I frown at the man's anxious voice and pull my back away from the wall I lean on. I leaned my hands against the wall and stood.
"Who are you?"
The stranger wiped the tear from his eyes and turned his hazel to me.
"I am Aras' childhood friend."
I straightened my frowning eyebrows and sat down on the white floor again.
"Me too Cloud."
"I know. So Aras was talking about it."
I smiled. With the operating room door opened, I quickly got up. I started to wait for the news that the man in the same color would turn my greens into their coffee.
I hope you are fine, Aras.
I hope you didn't give up on me and this love...
