RAIN
I open my eyes, which feel like they are so puffy and I am met with silence. I hope it's dark again and I have slept through another day.
I try sitting up but my limbs are so stiff, probably from all the work I did yesterday night. When I sit up halfway, I see someone at the foot of the bed, and my heart leaps in my throat.
For a second, I think he has come back. But then the longer I look at the figure, it's a little smaller, so it isn't him.
Whoever they are they are working on their laptop, unaware that I am looking at them.
Its day. I know his scent and he is also biting his nails as he looks at the screen, probably stressed. What is he doing here? Isn't he supposed to be in London?
"Day?" my voice is horse and scratchy I wince and swallow. My throat is dry as hell.
The boy startles, making the laptop fall off his lap as he looks behind, his eyes wide. "Rain, did I wake you up?"
