Pure Soul

I glance up at the clock, it’s already midnight and yet Zack hasn’t returned from the meeting he was talking about earlier. He told me it was urgent, so he called Keith to take care of me.

He is doing a really great job; he served me meals, reminded me of my medicines, and even cleaned the whole house while I was lying in my bed the entire day.

However, I’m feeling a little better.

“It’s your turn, Emmy,” Keith says as he stares at his cards, rearranging them in his hands.

We have been playing the card game on my bed for about two hours because I was getting bored. Lying all day and doing nothing.

I glance at my cards and smile wide. “Gotcha!” I say, slapping my card on his. He raises an eyebrow but doesn’t seem too impressed.

“Nice move,” he murmurs, laying his cards on the white sheet. We both are sitting crossed legs on the bed.

“But this game isn’t over yet,” he smirks.

I laugh a little. Keith is much more laid back than I expected, and it’s been kind of nice to have him around to