Chapter 112: W For Sweets

Settling into the backseat of the car, Darren noticed Christina curled up in the corner, her head resting against the window. Her eyes were closed, and she seemed to be peacefully asleep as the streetlights softly illuminated half of her face, casting a dreamy glow. There was an unusual calmness on her face, a tranquility Darren rarely witnessed. 'She was like a little queen, With a tornado of emotions left unseen. With the burden of unheard shadows of sweet sounds, She was trudging the path to heaven like a may queen. Her defying pain was left unfelt, It touched the bottom of her soul, Just to open her whole. Ah! She was indeed a little queen, A chaos we called madness, And a recipe of a beautiful disaster.' Darren found himself captivated by the sight, his gaze lingering on her serene face. Slowly, he extended his arm and gently cupped the side of her face, carefully placing her head on his shoulder. As he brushed her hair away from her face, he suddenly heard her voice. "Hat