It had been exactly three days, and Zyra wasn't awake. In fact, she wasn't responding to healing at all. Victor sat by the door of his room, his head resting on his arm which was equally resting on his knee. He sat there quietly since the morning; no one could get him to leave or have breakfast. He wasn't speaking to anyone, and he had remained mute since the morning.
Genevieve walked up to him with fake emotions on her face.
"Oh Victor". She spoke bending over as she touched him on his arm. Victor's face was still buried in his arms.
"Son, you've been like this for days. You should eat something". She spoke sounding all emotional.
Victor kept his face buried and didn't reply to a thing she said. Genevieve looked around for a while before she started ranting her rubbish.
