Song Recommendation: Bleeding Out by Nightcore
Delia laid still on her bed, staring at the ceiling with her fingers intertwined over her chest. She let out a loud sigh, having it bounce off the walls of the silent room.
Her eyes continued to watch the glass chandelier hung on the glass ceiling.
A chill suddenly ran down her spine, reminding her of how cold it was. Despite the thick blanket over her body, she was enabled to suppress the immense loneliness and cold of her entire body.
She turned to the side, hugging herself.
It felt empty. Her arms self so empty. Like a part of her was missing... She gazed at the clock on the wall.
3:12AM.
Delia sighed, pushing herself off her bed. Picking up her phone, she strode to her closet.
Unlocking the secret door in her closet, she stepped in, having the door slide shut.
The lights in the room were out, having only the bulb above Damien's bed still on.
