A date

Pushing the door to Annabelle's room and walking in, he stared around with a smile on his face due to the pictures of both of them that were hung all over the room.

Staring at the picture of the both of them kissing under the rain while he held an umbrella over her head, he scoffed out a silent chuckle before massaging his nape as he stared around.

The opening of the bathroom door made him turn to it, and saw Annabelle standing with her back rested on it, and a towel wrapped around her chest while staring intently at him.

"What are you doing?" She asked before walking into the room.

"Thank you," he said with a sad smile on his face.

"For what?" She asked with a confused face.

"For coming back to me, and not leaving me," be said and watched as she squinted her eyes before diverting it to the pictures.

She had no idea of what happened to her, she didn't know that she had died and resurrected, so how could he tell it to her.

All she knew was that she was no longer a patient of sickle cel