The morning sun complimented the blue sky with a soft curtain of faint gold light as Vincent entered his sleek, modern office. Known for his architectural prowess at such a young age of 23, he was one of the brightest stars of the industry.

But today, Vincent's mind was immersed in a project that surpassed his usual endeavours. A project that was a mere part of his and Rose's detailed plan.

They had been working on their plan, their pawn for months now, and it wasn't a coincidence when Vincent placed himself right by Shawn's side, right before his last concert of the tour at that.

It was, of-course Rose who used her influence to carve the original architect out of the picture. Then it was the magic of Vincent's expertise and fame, setting the red carpet for their grand entry into this artists' world.

It was the project of designing the venue for Shawn's upcoming and final concert of the tour. And the venue was their homeland, London, a perfect stage for the perfect show.

Vincent had crafted every detail ahead of time. The venue was a going to be a mix of innovation and timeless elegance, the very evidence of his ability to bring dreams to life in concrete and steel.

As he reviewed the plans, a sense of satisfaction crept over him - a rare emotion for someone who doesn't feel content so easily, who craves for perfection in the tiny details.

The day unfolded with a scheduled meeting at Shawn's agency, LY Records.

Vincent, dressed in a tailored suit, entered the room where executives from LY Records awaited him. Among them was Shawn, the man whose voice had compelled millions around the globe.

Shawn, with his charismatic presence, greeted Vincent. "Vincent, man! Your designs just went beyond my expectations. London will witness a concert like never."

Vincent nodded, maintaining his composure. "Well, of course! My aim is to create an immersive experience that complements your style."

The meeting then dwelled on the fine details of the venue - the acoustics, lighting, and the overall ambiance. As discussions were going on, Vincent explained every detail with confidence, assuring the executives on how each element would contribute to the said immersive experience during Shawn's performance.

Shawn, witnessing Vincent's intensity, remarked, "You understand the essence of my music so well, Vincent. It's like you can feel the heartbeat of the architecture."

Vincent smiled, concealing the emptiness within. His facade, masking his inability to connect with the emotional aspects of art.

As the meeting concluded, the plans were set in motion. The countdown to the concert had finally begun. Vincent's designs would soon come to life, complementing not only Shawn's music but also his own flawless game.

Walking out of the meeting room, Vincent's mind shifted to his next appointment when he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. As he turned around, he found Rebecca, one of the executive from the meeting, standing before him while greeting him with a warm smile.

"Vincent, I must say, you never miss a chance to impress me," With a genuine admiration in her eyes Rebecca praised further. "Your designs are always exceptional."

Vincent nodded his head in acknowledgment, a polite smile playing on his lips. "Thank you, Rebecca," he replied with a composed voice. "You're too kind, as always."

Sensing an opportunity, Rebecca pressed on. "I was thinking, perhaps we could grab dinner sometime," she suggested, her cheeks coloured with a hint of pink as her gaze fixated on Vincent with an intent.

Vincent's expression remained unchanged, though he recognised her interest, her intentions for what it was. As this wasn't the first time she had approached him.

Clearing his throat, he shifted the conversation. "How about we all have dinner together after Shawn's concert?" he proposed, his tone diplomatic yet firm.

Her smile faltered for a moment, but she soon controlled her expressions, nodding in agreement. "Sounds like a wonderful idea," she said, though there was a hint of disappointment in her voice.

With a polite nod, Vincent excused himself, his mind moving on to the next task at hand.

Rebecca stood there, staring at his back as she watched Vincent leave. Her expressions changed from a pleasant smile to that of an icy demeanour.

It was frustration, slowly igniting inside her. "So stubborn," she whispered before she turned away.

***

After the meeting, Shawn walked down the halls until he reached the recording studio X. This studio is exclusively used by the top artists of LY Records, and currently, Shawn jointly shares it with one other artist.

He entered the studio, reclined on the chair in the control room. He was just about to put the headphones on when there was a chime sound. Shawn put the headphones down and took his phone out of the jeans pocket, but there were no notifications or messages.

Then he pulled out something from his other pocket. It was a device which looked similar to a regular smartphone but was far more different, more futuristic and high-tech, something out of a James Bond movie. This was a device given to Chrono-Angels to notify and keep track of their missions.

As Shawn turned it on, he found a message about a new mission awaiting him within a few hours. His expressions became soft as a smile embraced his facial features.

"What a perfect timing!" The words escaped his lips as he got up from the chair, ready to head out.

Walking out of the recording room, he dialled in Ron's number on his phone. As soon as it started ringing, Ron called out to Shawn from behind.

"Hey Shawn, what is it?" Ron asked. "Going somewhere?"

"Yeah! I was calling to let you know that I'm leaving early. Since I have little to do today, besides there's some other stuff to take care of," Shawn explained

Ron narrowed his eyes as he glared at Shawn. "You're not gonna stir up some trouble, are you?"

With a flustered face, Shawn replied, "Hey what do you take me for? I'm such an innocent person, you see!" Shawn whimpered, making a sweet face like a teenager.

Still not convinced, Ron shot back, "Fine! You can leave early, but I'll be taking you whenever you have to go."

With such a drastic turn of events, and Ron being the stubborn one as always, Shawn's patience was running short. He had to think of something that can convince Ron to let him go.

Shawn whined, "Oh come on!" but soon a mischievous thought came to his mind as a sly grin formed on his lips, "Fine! I needed some company anyway. I'm going to a spa. Let's have a couple's massage there since they're giving a special discount on that!" Walking towards Ron, slowly closing the distance between them, he leaned in and whispered in Ron's ears, "But first, let's stop by my place, hm?"

Surprised, Ron flinched at Shawn's words, pushing him away. Ron shouted, "You brat! Go there alone!" As he covered his ear with his hands, the one Shawn just whispered in.

Shawn burst into laughter at seeing how furious Ron got with his little prank. "Well, I was going alone, but you were so desperate to go with me! Come on, let's go. It'll be fun!" Tears came flowing out of Shawn's eyes as he laughed out louder.

"No, thank you. Have a wonderful time there. You'll be getting really busy starting next week, anyway. I'll see you tomorrow, Bye!" speaking as if he was raping, Ron turned around and started walking off. But stopped as Shawn called out to him.

"Ron! I promise I'm not gonna cause any trouble, okay? You should go and rest for the day, too."

Shawn then went straight to the parking lot where his car was parked. Approaching the white SUV, an excitement filled him. This was a mission different from the last one he carried out. The kind of he had been wanting the most midst his busy and annoying life.

He settled inside and drove towards his place. As he was driving, thoughts of this upcoming task occupied his mind, a sense of peace filled his heart.

Taking in the scene, while looking out of the window, Shawn mused, "It's a beautiful day!"

A complete contrast to his emotional spring, it was a scorching sunny afternoon, trees on either side of the road were covered with brownish yellow leaves, burned from the sun. One could clearly witness the heat flames rising from the road. On top of that it was a rush hour. Vehicles filled the roads as people went about their lives.

Reaching home, Shawn put the car keys away, and walked towards the centre table in the hall, where the same beautiful blue roses awaited him, along with a white envelope this time.

A warm smile formed on his lips as Shawn's expressions softened. Reaching out for the envelope, words escaped under his breath, "Finally! A sweet miracle!" His hands traced open the envelope and took out the letter inside.

The letter, written in elegant golden words, highlighted the task to be performed.

On this day of the Sun and the month of Ember,

We hereby bless this innocent little child Jane Roberts, with many more years of life, as she crosses a new milestone and enters her fifth year. May her soul blossom into the purest of colours under the embrace of her guardian!

It was no doubt the orders of the higher power to perform a miracle. Placing the letter back into the envelope. Shawn muttered to himself, "White envelopes are the best!"

Holding onto that envelope, he grabbed the bouquet of blue roses too and headed for the front door. As he grabbed the doorknob and pulled open, instead of the front yard of his mansion, the scene on the other side of the door was that of a hospital.

Unfazed, as if he has been through such incidents countless times, Shawn stepped forward and closed the door behind him. It was the third floor of the Great Ormond Street Hospital.

Shawn turned left and started walking, with a model like physique, a gentle smile on the lips. He glanced at those elegant blossoms in his arms. Anyone who would lay eyes on him might think of him as a gentleman who was about to confess his love.

While passing by, Shawn observed people entering and exiting rooms, talking with nurses, doctors on round to check up on their patients, some nurses on the desk chatted among themselves, while carrying out their tasks.

He was right there among them, yet invisible to all. Shawn continued to walk as he passed by several doors of patients' rooms until reaching his destination: Room 307.

He swung the door open, and as soon as he stepped inside, his eyes fell on Jane. There she was lying on the bed, beautiful caramel locks lay helpless while a mask bigger than her face covered her mouth.

Her tiny pale hands, covered with blue and purple needle marks. This was a torture rather than a life support, especially for a 5 year old child who had to endure this cruelty for over 2 months.

Jane wasn't alone in that misery, there was someone else in the room as well, a lady, with the same caramel hair tied up in a messy bun, her clothes all wrinkly as she sat there on the chair, right by Jane's side, enveloping that tiny little hand in her's like it could break any minute.

The lady rested her head on her hands while holding Jane's. Probably Jane's mother, Shawn thought to himself as he continued watching her, sobbing under her breath secretly as if to hide the tears from the little one. Afraid that seeing her cry might hurt this tiny little thing more than these machines ever could.

Feeling torn at such a painful scene, Shawn then walked to the table on the other side of the bed and carefully placed the bouquet of blue roses and the white letter. Shifting his gaze from the table, he looked at Jane, who was still lying peacefully amidst the beep of the machines.

"Don't worry, I'm here now! This pain will soon end!" He assured in a gentle voice, even though no one could hear him.

Then he turned around and walked towards the window to the left of the room, and stood there, folding his hands, leaning against the wall.

And so the ritual began. The elegant blue roses on the table started dissipating like ember dust, glowing even in the broad daylight. Vanishing the white envelope along with it.

And when that happened, Jane slowly gained consciousness and opened her eyes. Tilting her head to the right, she whispered, "Mom!"