After what can only be considered very little sleep once again, I was awake. Though my lack of sleep had not been purely down to my recurrent thoughts of Isla. Reliving the pain of losing her. Last night my thoughts had been riddled with concerns about Bailey too. Something that had taken me by surprise, I have to say...
But, she had looked hurt when she walked away from me in the library. I still never got my answer as to why she was down there so late. Other than that, she couldn’t sleep. Hell, I know that feeling, but still, surely she wouldn't come wandering the corridors of somewhere she is still unfamiliar with. But, I suppose, common sense tells me the obvious answer would be to find a book, but I hate the thought of her sitting alone struggling with her thoughts because of something I had said in the heat of the moment. And, for some reason, I could not shake the thought that that was what she was likely doing...
