Scars on his Back

Halsey is shaking as she stands in front of Nathan’s bedroom. She puts the tray on a table beside the bedroom door and slowly knocks on the door. There’s no response.

Should I just enter? She wonders. Maybe he’s not there.

She debates with herself for a while before deciding to enter the room. Slowly opening the door, she picks up the tray and walks into his bedroom.

Woah! It’s the only word to describe the sight in front of her. Nathan’s room is minimalistic but has a touch of smooth sophistication. Two of the walls are windows made of thick glass, overseeing the ocean ahead. There’s a small garden on the balcony with faux green grass laid on the ground and several beautiful plants lined along the sides. An electric chimney stands in the middle of the room, dividing it into two. French style couch sets are lined in one half while the main bedroom is behind the chimney.

Halsey nervously steps towards the main bedroom but can’t help admiring the place. A painting on the wall catches he