Three long hours and I have been waiting for the clock to stop. It was a purple one, hung below the old ceiling which had its blue paint faded off. I remembered a friend gave me that clock as a present during my 18th birthday. I gaze at the frame of the three year old picture of us just below it, with him smiling happily like a child while I had no expressions at all. His right arm was clung to my shoulders, and I noticed the ring on his finger. Those were good memories, good times.

I tried to recall that moment while lying on my soft bed. I realized I have been awake for quite a long time. I could barely move and my body was numb. My eyes were too tired to blink, and my throat was as dry as a bone. 

That night was unforgettable but sad. All of these remained as memories now...