Day sixteen
Where they watch the sunrise.
March 21.
My drowsiness immediately faded as I felt a hand on my back.
It's tugging my body much more closer to the distance that he usually prefers. I'm wide awake but I didn't bother to move for I am waiting for him to say something or even do something than just pulling me closer to him. Instead of an answer that I was expecting, I heard nothing but his heavy breathing.
Slowly, I raised my head and my eyes automatically meet his. Looking at him in this kind of hour somewhat softens me from the inside and I don't know if that's a good thing or what.
...but wait, what is he even doing in here?
"Did I wake you up?" he asked quietly as he was tugging the strands of my hair away from my face, "I'm sorry, love. I can hum for
