Chapter 45

Ace’s POV

I closed the door slowly behind me, and leaned my back against it. My luggage stood steady at my feet, as my eyes studied the room.

White walls, white ceiling, the furniture, and even the bedding; everything was white. And why not? This was a trick I learned of back in high school, that white keeps the mind soothed.

A heavy sigh left my lips, having absorbed the typicality of my new home. Had it been for me, I would have never even looked up a depression support clinic. But Angel was involved, she had insisted, and so I followed.

I pushed my suitcase towards the bed and picked up it's weight onto the bed. A borborygmi-like sound followed as I undid the zip to start unpacking, as per one of the instructions I received at the reception.

With all my clothes hung and folded properly in the wardrobe, I drew the curtains, letting some light into the room. My window looked over some of the buildings in the premises. In fact, the reflections of the corrugated roofing would be bl