I had a much easier time falling asleep after comforting myself with those thoughts. It was peaceful and long. I didn't wake up until I started to hear stirrings in the room. Someone was here. I slowly opened my eyes to see Noah. Or more precisely, his back. He left the room with clothes in hand. He must have just gotten back from the game.
I closed my eyes and decided to rest my eyes until he came back.
I must have dozed off, because it felt like seconds had only passed by until I heard him come back. I sat up and found him pulling out his homework from his backpack.
He heard me moving and looked up. "Oh, did I wake you? Sorry." His eyes were slightly red like they've been rubbed or maybe even from crying.
I squinted at him. "Are you okay?"
He touched his eyes as if there were tears to wipe away. "Ah. This? I'm fine. Good."
I lifted an eyebrow.
"I...I didn't play well today..." He mumbled, hanging his head in depression.
