-TWO WEEKS LATER-
Two weeks since Atlas's world had collapsed. Two weeks since he hadn't seen the beautiful hazel eyes of his Angel. Two weeks since he hasn't left the hospital. Two weeks of him losing control over his mind, body and soul. He was like an empty puppet. He didn't remember the last time he ate something but food was the last thing on his mind. He had lost extreme amount of weight, had dark circles around his eyes and had grown a beard
His precious company was the last thing on his mind. Fortunately, Albert was around to manage the important things.
Ace has asked him to go home to rest but he had refused. He couldn't bear to leave his Angel. Every second, minute and hour were important. What if he leaves and come to meet her cold body?
Because they didn't know who had shot her, they had increased the security of the VVIP ward she was staying in.
The shooting was plastered on every newspaper and had been the talk of town for days now.
