Jessica
Nine allowed me to stay for the night so I can clear my thoughts. I initially planned to leave before drowsiness kicked in, but before I could even tell him that I want to leave, he already offered me a place to stay—his very own house.
Grateful that he did that, I insisted on sleeping on the couch so he won’t be burdened with treating me like a visitor. Now that midnight strike, I am here laying down on the couch, blankly staring at the ceiling that is faintly visible due to the light coming from the closed windows with the curtain I purposely tied on the side.
I wonder if he is thinking about me right now. As my eyes remained fixated on the ceiling above me, I keep on losing track of how my mind shifted from one thought to another, making my worries turn into sadness, then it
