Brina took a heavy and deep breath as she flipped onto her stomach and buried her face into a puffy pillow.
She closed her eyes and mediated between her anger and resolvement. After a few minutes of comforting her achy heart she composed herself.
Although her heart is demanding for the comfort from her beloved, Brina didn't want to disturb Louis.
It's already midnight and he would be sleeping, exhausted. Sometimes she regrets accepting Harry's offer to come here.
At first she thought it would be fun and refreshing but all she could feel now is longing and love sick.
She is literally counting days to see her beloved, hug him and bury her face into his warm chest. She is missing his intoxicating and manly scent.
Even his shirts which she borrowed him started losing his scent. It's too cruel that she has to wait till her marriage day to see him personally.
