My night was anything but good. It was haunted, and in all of it, I was always caught, yet never dealt with. I woke up more than five times, and each time, I was sweaty and f*****g horny. And when I go back to bed, I only end up seeing the same thing over and over again.
“f**k off, Ash.” I yelled at my bird, who didn’t stop croaking. I was feeling extremely agitated that morning, and even a quick bath didn’t help. But the more I shoved him away, he only croaked louder in response, like he was yelling back at me. I gave up and focused on the apple I was munching at while thinking of what I would prepare that morning. But more to that, I thought of Ender.
Yes, f*****g Ender.
And I wondered what would happen if I saw him again. I couldn’t bear to see him again. Only the thought of how desp
