NARRATOR'S POV
It was late at night and Rachelle remained wide awake. After What Andrea told her, fear has started crawling in. She fears upon reaching the end. To find herself longing, regretting, and doubting. The young woman took another deep breath, her eyes staring straight to the dim lights of the lamp beside her bed.
A tear slipped down her cheek, eventually reaching the soft pillow under her head.
It was unfortunate, what happened to Andrea and David. They could have been happy. They could have been together, yet horrible things happened. They didn't even had the chance to say proper goodbyes, not even an, I love you- for the last time.
Rachelle felt a dry feeling in her throat- parched, she decided to take a drink. Sluggishly, she stood from the bed, as she wiped her tears away. She approached the door, not bothering to take the lamp with her.
