Author’s Point Of View
Mianette was exhausted. She could hardly sleep overnight. Those unfamiliar sensations kept waking her up from time to time. She could constantly feel that peculiar cold touch on her skin which warmed her heart along with a piercing gaze. She opened her eyes every time just to find herself alone on the bed. An uneasiness kept her awake the entire night. With a heavy head, she put on her clothes and combed her hair to make herself a little presentable. The dark circles beneath her eyes were telling the story of her exhaustion. Her tanned skin had started to change its color. She glanced at the clock once, only to find out she was late. She was supposed to be in the rehearsal by now.
With a sigh, she grabbed her bag and left her room. She cursed herself in her mind. S
