I found myself sitting upon the bed in the centre of a large bedroom, my head within my hands as my mind felt like was spinning with far too many throughts to process. The room was so evidently Zaine’s, with a few added touches made when hearing about my arrival, such as a small basket of toiletries set upon the drawers next to the bed for me. But none of which made me feel welcome. None of which made me want to stay...
My eyes had already drifted around the room multiple times since we had walked in a few minute ago. An awkward silence sitting between us, with neither one of us knowing what to say. The walls were adorned with photographs of Zaine with friends, and Zaine in sports teams at high school. But, oddly, none whilst in college. Clearly, a period his family were not quite so keen
