S T R A N G E R

The rest of the day, Serena didn't come out of her room. Whereas Christopher sat on the living room's couch busied himself with his job.

Working on his songs, he seemed quite disturbed while pinching his temples.

Trying hard to focus on his work, Christopher tore one another paper from his notepad and bawled it up before throwing it on the floor messily, the 16th time.

The living room was a such mess.

He ruffled his hair as a low pitch dark growl felt pass his lips in utter frustration, he chewed the pen's end which he was holding while concentrating deadly on his upcoming song he had to release this week.

He was struggling so hard to comp