Hendrix's POV
From afar, I watch her turn lazily on the bed. Her eyelids flicker as she takes in all that's before her.
I remain fixed on my spot, watching her like prey about to escape its predator.
Slowly, she sits up, still gaining herself.
I turn to face the window, as though I'm ignorant of her recent change in state. I want to stay mad, but seeing her innocent face and weak frame, I just can't. Can she make our fight a fair one for once?
I puff.
"Hendrix..." She begins.
I don't respond, still giving her my back. I'm aware she hates silent treatment, anyone does, but I'm not stopping soon.
"I know you can hear me, and that you're aware I'm awake." She continues.
"Yeah." I whisper, breaking her heart even more as I don't turn to face her.
