Leila comforted her friend to come to the bed, and even though Aditi didn't think she could, she still shifted onto the bed.
The night felt exceptionally long, longer than even Christmas night, or so Aditi thought as she shifted around on the bed, unable to erase the fact that her hope had been dashed.
Eventually, once she was asleep, Leila, who had been silent for a while, stood up and covered her properly with a blanket.
What she didn't know was that Aditi wasn't actually asleep.
Midnight came, and it was a bit colder. Outside Faisal's mansion stood a black sleek car with Vincent leaning against it. His face was expressionless, his eyes fixed on the window of the second floor where the light had gone off.
His eyes were blank and dull, their usual coldness or any feeling long disappeared, replaced with undisguised anguish.
He hurt... More.
