Day fifteen.
Where she witness his pain.
March 20.
My sweet slumber didn't end because of my alarm or even the most annoying voice of my mother, who is practically yelling at me for not waking up early.
Even the calming sound of the waves and the sweet hums weren't also the one who was bringing me back to sleep—but the hand that was stroking the back of my head. Small yawns were escaping from my mouth as I keep my eyes shut, completely being sent back to sleep.
It didn't take much that time before I opened my eyes and noticed how my arms were wrapped around someone's shoulders as I was practically digging my face into his neck. His hand was still stroking my hair, completely oblivious by the fact that I am now wide awake. I could still hear his faint hums as he was planting
