Ellison
I woke up with a sense of an impending doom and a headache that threatened to kill me. Turning my head on the pillow, I looked at him. He was sleeping, but he didn’t look peaceful and I so much wanted to believe that it was because of me not sleeping in his arms. His brows were drawn and there were lines in his forehead, I just barely stopped myself from smoothening out those lines. And instead turned away to face the window. The sky was still hazy which told me it was still too damn early to wake up. But I didn’t want to go back to sleep, I was restless, and there was a headache demanding to be cured.
With so many emotion, speculations and so many feelings that I didn’t even wanted to acknowledge, I slipped out of the bed and made my way out of the bedroom.
The photograph.
She
