(Flora's P.O.V)

It was a dark and rainy evening in Ontario, when I finished my work at the library. I was very tired after replacing the old damaged books with the new ones. It's kind of sad how people bring back the books they borrowed in a bad state with coffee stains or folded pages. But as long as they read and bring back the books in a state that's readable and somewhat hygienic it's fine I think.

The work I do isn't tiring but today I was sleepless after getting absorbed in a Thriller I was reading 'til almost 4am and waking up at 10.30am for work. I'm not very much a bookworm but I love the smell of books and the different kinds of emotions they make me feel, like having different identities each time I read. And once I find a book I like, I'd bury myself in it. I had always dreamed of living an adventurous life, hoping for something thrilling. People I had met took me for a boring person. But they never knew, because I never really showed them this side of me. It didn't really matter. I like spending time alone at home as much as going on trips.

I grabbed my bag and cardigan and we made our way out of the library with my co-worker who is also a librarian when the clock hit 8pm. I am very lucky that I'm not working alone here, as it's most of the time almost empty and quiet at this time of the day. I like the quietness but I wouldn't want to be alone here. I was really hungry and wanted to go home as fast as possible. Thanks to my mother, I don't have to worry about cooking and stuff, even though I love cooking.

"Goodbye Clara, see you tomorrow" I said and we parted our ways.

It was still raining heavily and the street was almost empty with few cars passing by. Putting my bag around my shoulder, I held my cardigan over my head to shelter from the rain and stepped on the wet asphalt. To look for the keys, I stopped for a moment and rummaged through my bag.

Never would I have ever imagined that it would be my last day working at the library, when suddenly a car drove from the corner of an alley and drove towards me. I was scared and didn't know what to do. I wanted to move so badly but my body wouldn't move and I just watched the car. It was too late, I knew...

(Abel's P.O.V)

"Oh shit, hey, hey. Can you hear me? Wake up Please..." I shouted, not getting a response.

I can't believe this. This can't be happening. I... I hit someone. What do I do now? Call an ambulance? No no no I can't. My life will be over if I do. Calm down Abel. I'll bring her to the hospital and what next? Yes call mom no dad.

"Dad? Dad help me. I hit someone...."

Ep. 2

2 weeks later

(At the hospital)

(Abel P.O.V)

"Excuse me, has any family members or friends come for the patient staying in the VIP room 107?" I asked the nurse who was attending Flora.

"Can I ask who you are Sir?" she asked in a low tone, to not get attention as we're in the VIP ward of the hospital and because of the fact that Flora wasn't registered.

"Dr. Wright knows me. I was the one who brought Flora to this hospital" I said, knowing that they kept Flora's admittance a secret.

"No, Sir. It's only Dr. Wright who checks up on her regularly and Mrs. Blair."

"Thank you" I said. Relieved that no one found out about her, I felt disgusted with myself at the same time for thinking like that. Without knocking, I entered the VIP room she's staying in without anyone else noticing.

I was a little dizzy as I had drunk a little before coming here for the second time. The first time was when I hit her and brought her to the hospital my mother's friend works at.

I took slow steps toward her, feeling scared and guilty. Taking the chair that was right next to the bed, I sat down and observed the body that was now in front of me and all those strange cables connected to her.

There she was, lying unconscious with her right leg injured. And it's me who put her in that state. I slowly bent over to her and put my hand on her cheek that was wounded, tracing it with my thumb. She is beautiful I noticed, even with the wounds. With her long brown hair, full brows, naturally long eyelashes and... and her lips, which I can't see clearly because of the mask. Shit, what the hell was I thinking. Why do I feel like this? I can't do this to her. But I can't take my eyes off her. Right, right, it must be the alcohol, taking control of me. Realizing my wrong behavior, which made me feel even more guilty, I took my hand off her.

"Hey, sleeping beauty. It's me, the one that... got you in this mess. I'm sorry, it's... I don't know what to say. It's my fault, I should have been careful, no I shouldn't have driven in the first place, not in that state. I'm a bad person, I'm worthless. No, I'm not, I mean I don't know... I'm so lonely. No one understands me. I myself don't know what's wrong with me. I feel so small in this world. Please wake up. Wake up and blame me, shout at me" I whispered, holding back my tears that swelled up.

Unable to bear this pain, I got up and layed down on the sofa that was in the corner of the room. Wanting all this to be a bad dream only, I slowly gave in to sleep, as the tears that I held back started falling down my cheeks.

Ep. 3

(At the Blair's Villa)

"It has been two weeks already. Where the hell has he gone to?" asked Mr. Carter Blair angrily walking back and forth in his working room.

"Nolan, call him again and tell him to come back home when you reach him. I have had enough of his behavior."

"Dad calm down please, I will call him." Getting out his phone from his pocket, Nolan called his younger brother but to no avail.

"He is trying my patience. How much longer do we have to tolerate his tantrums?"

"He isn't picking up. It's already late dad, go to sleep first. I'm sure he will come back when he is ready to face everything. Anyway, we will deal with it tomorrow. Suzan must be waiting for me, I better go home now. Goodnight dad."

"You're right. Take care son and thank you for coming."

Getting out of his parents Villa, Nolan got into his car. Thinking about where Abel might have gone to, Abel's friend James Taylor came to his mind, asking himself, why he didn't think of James sooner.

"Hey, it's Nolan. Sorry for calling you this late at night James. I can't reach Abel, is he with you by any chance? Do you have any idea where he might be? No, he just had an argument with dad. Hey, can you do me a favor and ask your other friend, what was his name again... Phil, yes Phil, if he knows where Abel is? I don't have his number. Alright thanks, please call me if you get in touch with him. Goodnight" he hung up and drove off.

Going to his bedroom, Mr. Carter Blair found his wife Chloe sleeping. He took off his robe and got in to bed.

"He still hasn't come?" Mrs. Blair asked her husband worriedly.

"I thought you were sleeping! No. I don't know what he is thinking. If only he would come and talk to me..." Mr. Blair sighed.

"I'm worried Carter. What if it gets reviel..."

"It won't" he interrupted his wife, raising his tone a little.

"We have done what's best for our son and family. As long as Mrs. Wright helps us keeping it a secret, everything will be fine. I will take care of the rest, don't worry. Let's just wait for her to wake up, then we will think how to go about it. You should go to the hospital again tomorrow morning to see how she is doing. We have to do something about Abel. Can you talk to the psychologist, to see if there's something else we can do?" Mr. Blair asked his wife.

"I will. That poor child... I wonder what her family must be going through right now. I feel so guilty and sorry" Mrs. Blair said, staring at the ceiling.

"We have no choice but to wait for her to wake up. We don't know how she will react. Let's sleep now, we have to get up early" he hugged his restless wife, both closing their eyes trying to sleep.