Ezra couldn't sleep.
Right after he came out of the bathroom, his headache seemed to be getting worse, the ringing in his ears and the sound of buzzing keeping him stiff in bed.
He stared at the ceiling, counting a few specks of dust and dirt stuck there until he lost count, yet he still unable to sleep.
Trying to close his eyes, a sudden surge of guilt welled up in his chest, causing his eyes to snap wide open again.
He felt something he had never felt before, and he didn't know what to do, what feeling was this? It was familiar yet simultaneously foreign, something that kept pushing and nudging at the back of his mind.
A frightening sensation, mix of anxiety and vulnerability, made him acutely aware of what was about to happen, yet at the same time, he refused to acknowledge it, wanted to brush it aside, it was something that had been on the tip of his tongue but somehow he didn't want to name that emotion.
