Esme's POV
I woke up in the early morning hours when I heard the howling wind blow open a window. It must've started raining after Xavier and I went to bed last night. The skies were still dark but from the clock on the bedside table, I could see it was just after five in the morning.
I rubbed my eyes and sat up slowly. My vision blurred some but evened out after a few seconds. Apart from the window opening and crashing against the wall waking me up, I'm sure my stomach felt like it wanted to just give up right then as I sat up fully. If the window hadn't woken me then me feeling sick would've woken me I am sure.
I carefully got up from bed and walked around it and over to the bathroom. The cold tile beneath my feet felt nice, the feeling of needing to throwing up, not so much. I'm jus
