When the night stars covered the sky, restless than ever Ashton found himself throwing his injured hand in quick rotations trying to start the moment again for his shoulder. Sitting idle was not his forte but that day due to his incapacity to even wear his own clothes, he didn’t do anything apart from calling for Rex’s help.
His best friend was kind enough to be his helping hand, but he needed a way to release his anger now. So, he threw as much as pressure on himself by moving his hand. It pained. It exhausted him yet he was in no mood of giving up. Although, his head was blasting with a migraine with the inevitable things rolling up in his life.
The words of his best friend echoed in his ears like a bee was buzzing an unknown truth to him but the wheel of wind, refused to allow him to
