Derek sat forlornly on his bed, not taking off his patchy sweaty cloths or boots, his head bowed and held in his hands, his mind besotted with thoughts swirling around the departure of Emma and the likely betrayal of Leo, his eyes clouded with a variety of emotions.
Derek was tired.
Breathing in deeply, he raised up his head, letting his eyes wander across his slightly dark room. His eyes found a small book on the small table just close to the door.
Emma's diary! He thought, standing up from the bed and trudging in the direction of the table.
He picked up the book and let out a sigh, feeling overwhelmed with thick sadness. He gave up on his standing posture, and slide down the wall to the floor, the diary resting on his hands, having switched on the light in his room, before succumbing to the calls of the floor which had beckoned on him.
