CHAPTER EIGHTEEN:
GUT FEELING
{hani blithe's point of view}
I am not a morning person.
For one thing, I always embarked on the idea of night and how it would make me feel. Darkness would conceal my presence so I find attached to it. The moon has been the only thing that guides me through everything so I find it natural to be in love with it. Mornings? Not so much. I spend most of my time getting captivated by the moon that the idea of the morning seems like a passing phase to me.
The heat from the sun flashed through my face, eliciting a groan from my lips. I could feel its heat slowly surrounding my body, making me feel like someone draped another comforter in my body. Yes, that's how sensitive my skin is when it comes to the morning blaze. Feeling the hotness continue
