ARWAN
I'm bored again.
I'm lying on the sofa in the hotel, looking at the ceiling, and I have no idea what to do. See, this is why I didn't particularly want to come here with my sister: I knew she'd leave me behind and I'd end up bored. She slept at Emery's yesterday, and I can only assume she will do so for the rest of the week. This means I'm going to stay here, alone, second-guessing my every choice while hoping to kill time quickly. Nothing works because I'm as bored and alone as ever, and I've brought nothing with me apart from my clothes, so I don't even have a book to read or a game to play.
I let out my umpteenth sigh of the day before straightening up. I pick up my phone, which I've left on the coffee table, then open my contacts to find Sophie's number. She left it to me this morning and suggested we meet again soon. I don't even know how I could say yes. Not after what happened yesterday.
