KAISER
I woke up exhausted the next morning after the long night we spent on campus last night and the long night Riley made us had, urging me to share my worries like some Reagan.
It's difficult to analyze or elaborate. It's just so complicated.
It was almost nine when I walk into the rainfall shower and spend a total of five minutes cleaning up before slipping into the first black joggers and t-shirt my hand could grab from my closest.
As I make my way to the kitchen I could perceive the aroma of Riley's pancakes.
My eyebrows pulled together instantly, finding her in my shirt making breakfast with Daisy by the counter focusing on Riley's MacBook. She looks pale as if she's seen a ghost. Her under-eye bags were even worse than yesterdays.
I have a stabbing sensation in my chest.
