Is this all? Life. That is such a meaningful word isn't it? When you hear that word, it feels so meaningful. Turned out, this is all. My life is nothing but sadness. Problem comes one after another.  I stayed at the hospital for 4 weeks since one of my rib got injured pretty bad as well. But now i am being treated at Greyson's penthouse. Greyson got some doctors and nurses here in the building to treat me. I don't even want to know if i ever gonna heal or not. I sleep in another room now cause clearly sleeping next to Greyson is the last thing i want to do. This morning, a nurse opened the door and placed food on the bed side table. She was doing some basic check up when i saw the door opened quietly from the corner of my eyes. I don't have to turn my head to know who that is. Greyson comes to my r

I woke up to the sound of people in my room. I could tell it was early in the morning. The sun is still low on the horizon. I blinked my eyes to adjust my vision to the lights. There were some maids going through the wardrobe and putting my stuff to a trolley. "Hai?" I broke the silence. There are three woman in my room and now they are all looking at me."Oh, sorry ma'am, did we wake you up?" One of them replied."W-what are you guys doing with my stuff?" I sound very sleepy cause maybe i am."Mr. Greyson told us to move your stuff to the master bedroom.""What?" I asked still half awake. "No.. please just leave my stuff where they belong." I asked nicely. "No..." A voice said. Greyson is leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed. "You don't get to tell them what to do." Seems like the helpers have collected all my stuff and now they are walking out of the room quietly, leaving me and G

The sun is setting at the moment. It's one of the most beautiful view i have ever seen in my life truly. After getting distracted so many times by the view, I successfully got ready for the "girl's night out". I have a bit of make up on, i'm not very good at it bit i'd say it's decent. Then i have my hair braided at the back. Now i'm just looking at my luggage at the walk in closet, trying to find something to wear. I'm not sure how many days we're gonna be staying here and i don't really bother to ask Greyson but they packed more clothes than i need. I finally found a white short beach dress with a long white ribbon to tie on to my neck. It looks simple but it really is my style. So i put it on and struggled to tie the ribbon. Just right on time, Greyson had to walk pass the walk-in closet and saw my struggle. He looked at me for a second through the mirror reflection infront of me and walked straig