"Ryan,"
He increased his walking speed as soon as he heard the sound of his name being called from behind.
The farther he went, the sharper voice calling behind by his name was approaching him.
"I was wrong. You did absolutely right by not going back to that house again. After all this year she hasn't changed a bit," Fergus spat, frustratedly slapping on his thigh."I'm not thinking over it," Imogen replied pinching his lower lips.
"Marino, dov'è Ryan?( Marino, where's Ryan? )" Mrs. Mcmaster inquired while her tired eyes looked around longing to see a glimpse of her son.What happened to this witch again today?
"Buon Giorno( Good morning ).Slept well?" Imogen placed a kiss on Maze's forehead while he greeted her with a soft smile on his face.Maze didn't expect this, as a result, her jaw remained open for a while.
With great speed and agility, the year ended and a new day has come.The light cool breeze all around, the sweet Christmas jingles floating around, and the charming decorations keep hinting that it's Christmas.And yes..Today is CHRISTMAS.But it's getting more troubling for Maze to Face Imogen due to the unnecessary kiss they were sharing. Seems the invisible layer of the barrier between them was collapsing slowly, which obviously Maze doesn't want certainly not without any exact confession.“Hey! Are you done?” questioned Imogen, knocking on the washroom door. He looked dashing in his arctic blue Armani suit that matched his eye color, and the neatly combed hair exposing his broad forehead gave him a more charming look with strands of hair on his face.He impatiently shook the expensive watch strapped around his left arm whose huge dial occupied
"What does my dear son want as a gift to Santa Claus?" Mrs. Mcmaster delightfully asked."Santa doesn't exist," Ryan shrugged as he walked past his mother climbing down the stairs decorated in fairy lights, ribbons, and flowers.
With a loud bang noise the door opened as Imogen followed by Maze, Orion, Fergus, and Veronica entered the room.The giant room has been turned into a small hospital cabin. Advanced machinery and medical equipment were neatly arranged around his bed, from which a beeping sound could be heard at every moment.
"It's ok to cry sometime,"Imogen turned frowning, in an instance masking his emotion with his stiff expression just when a soft voice sounded behind him. He knew who the owner of the voice could be.
After four hours,A lot of time has passed, yet none of them came downstairs for a second.