When Daniel woke up that morning, he barely managed to muster enough willpower to get up from the bed. He had barely slept for two hours, and that night had been actually the one in which he slept most in the last two weeks. When he left his room, Daniel found Holland crossing the corridor just like him, as if he was a living corpse. Both of them were too exhausted to greet each other, so they only barely nodded at each other.
While he was brushing his teeth, Daniel studied the image in the mirror with an absent mind. He didn't look like someone who was only twenty-three… not a single person actually aged in the last few months, but the continuous fight and the few hours of rest were starting to make Daniel looked like someone in their forties… at least when he was half-asleep.
