Chapter 17.2 - Alex

I sat at the edge of my bed, flat on the smooth mattress, staring at the ceiling with much emotion. 'Sleeping in this bed again brings back both happy and bad memories," I grumbled as I closed my eyes. I stood up and walked about the room, touching old toys and my first drum set, as well as my old closet, which was full of old, bland, and monotonous clothes. Seeing them again, in contrast to my current colorful style, reminded me of how ordinary I was. I opened the drawers beneath my vanity mirror one by one when I got there. Then, something unexpectedly fell to the ground. I grabbed it up and sat back in my bed, my gaze fixed on the old voice recorder. Without thinking, I hit the play button and waited until I heard a woman's voice say, 'Sam," I whispered. When I heard her at the device, tears welled up in my eyes. I've almost forgotten how her voice sounds and how she used to appear. 'Hey, Alex, I'm so grateful to have a kind, charming, attractive, and intelligent b