15 St. james

Just like Rosette's memory of the mental health ward, the hospital was an old brick building surrounded by a dark forest that gave off an eerie aura.

In the past she had heard many rumors about the dead being buried there but she never had the chance to find out if it was true.

Sitting in the lobby area of the hospital was actually a quite surreal experience for rosette.

She had often dreamed of leaving through the doors of this very room. Almost fantasizing about it on a obsessive level. Now she could come and go as she pleased it seemed almost painfully laughable.

As expected the old secretary Ms.Mary sat at the front desk looking every bit like an elderly librarian with thick grey hair in a tight neat bun and gold rimmed glasses perched on her pointed nose.

Taking a deep breath Rosette calmed her disdain for this woman and smiled gently as she asked " Is this where I sign in to see a patient?"

Not bothering to lift her eyes from the heavy book in her hands Ms.Mary replied carelessly " yes the paperwork you need to fill out is the yellow sheet."

Taking a paper from the small stack, Rosette sat down in the lobby secretly gloating that she had memories to help her get in while Ms. mary was still lethargic. Otherwise that wretched woman would probably make it impossible to see Gage. it was best to strike while she was too lazy or tired to care about who was seeing who.

Just as she planned, rosette was able to easily enter the ward. A young pretty nurse showed her the way to the guest room where a young man sat listlessly.

He was rather beautiful for a man but his dark eyes reminded on of a dolls or the dead. so lifeless and eery that it made Rosette's heart shudder with heartbreak. He must have suffered a lot in this place without her.

Guilt rose up in her heart and a knot tied up her stomach intensifying when Gage turned his cold eyes in her direction.

Then... as if by some fantastic magic, a lovely smile spread across Gages face.

" my angel finally came for me"