Do you think he's in love already?"
Staring up at the ceiling while lying on the bed, L asked. She was all alone, but she treated herself as her own friend due to the fact that she only had herself in this whole world who could understand. "Mhm, I am too pretty to neglect. Awn, an artist's love will be dreamy for sure"
L agreed with a smile. "His tragic childhood is easy to fix. I have to take care of him and make him believe he is a worthy person" Hugging the pillow tightly, the woman shut her eyes. An hour passed. She had yet to fall asleep. Her whole body would not shut down.
"Am I crazy?" L frowned, sitting up on the bed. "Where is the sleeping pill?" She searched for the pill card, which Vio had made for her specifically. "Where is it?" But it was nowhere to be found. Even inside the drawer, there was only an empty card, which she had finished.
