Lyla
Staring at my ceiling unblinkingly, my phone vibrated next to my arm as my alarm refused to snooze on its own.
The light from the sunrise bathed my room in a soft orange glow, completely counteracting my depressed mood.
I hated how nice it looked outside because all I wanted to do was curl up into a ball. Except I couldn't. I had nothing left in me now that I was alone once again. Even after Rashid brought me home to bathe afterward, I still felt numb. Like last night had been the final nail in the coffin of whatever we had between us.
I wanted to sink down into that bath water and never come back up.
My mind replayed that sorrowful sound in Rashid's voice repeatedly.
How he cradled my face and whispered his apologies to me after taking me down from the rack. How sore my body
