The night was supposed to be quiet—made for sleep, for rest, and for peace. But for Davis, tonight felt different.
There was no peace in his heart, only a strange mix of emotions he couldn't fully understand—restless, painful, conflicted and emotional. This had been this way since he discussed about his mom in the karaoke room with Elliot.
He sat up slightly in bed, his head on the headboard as his eyes traces the shadows on the ceiling.
It felt like he had gone back in time—back to the nights of his later parts of childhood before he was sent abroad when he would stay awake while the rest of the Allen family slept.
He used to sit by the window then, staring at the stars and moons with his heart feeling so heavy at such a young age. The habit of watching the stars and moons was already indoctrinated by his mom.
Tonight, that same feeling returned. He couldn't erase the memory of his parents, her felt suffocated, his breathe coming in shallow gasps.
