It was the next day that Hirvan opened his eyes and found himself in yet another unfamiliar room. Lately, it had become a recurring trend to wake up in places he could not recognise. Surprisingly, Hirvan had gotten used to it.
He rubbed his eyes a little, trying to fend off his grogginess. Then glancing around the room, he spotted Irama, who was cramped on a small couch in the corner, fast asleep. His tall frame looked uncomfortable, his body twisted awkwardly in his sleep.
Hirvan let out a soft sigh and turned his gaze onto the window. The ray of sunshine indicated that a day had passed since he had collapsed.
'What am I doing?! This isn't me. Even after I lost Rosaline and Drake, I was not this messed up!'
Hirvan felt he had reacted too dramatically in the past month.
'Since when I have turned into this fragile, weak-minded person? Yep, they will hate me for sure, but the world would not end because of that.'
