WHO?

Arora opened the door and closed it. It had been a hard day for her. She checked the clock and the time was now 11:30 pm. Through the reflection of the plastic in the clock, she could see herself. Her neat, straightened, black hair was now disheveled. She could clearly see dark circles underneath her eyes and her droopy mascara made it a worse image for it to look like. Her black lipstick stained her pearly white teeth and she neatly pressed and ironed coal-black, leather clothes were now all crumbled. Her pale white skin was very dry. The only thing that was not black or white was her eyes, which were red with weariness. She warily took off her glossy black high heels and then went upstairs to her room. Mythili was already in her bed. She drowsily opened her eyes and welcomed her. " Arie, your back from work. There is some leftover pasta in the fridge." She looked at her for a second and fell back asleep. "No thanks..." she mumbled. She changed from her work clothes into her pajamas, then flopped onto her bed. She then took a wet wipe and then wiped the makeup off her face, then took out her phone. From her teenage years, she had always taken a liking to Goths. Everything she wore and did was related to Goth. Even her phone case and headphones were black. She plugged it in and put her password in. She then got a call from her boss. " Hello?" She whispered. " Aaaah Arora. Have you completed the work?" he asked. " Yes sir, tomorrow's newspapers are ready . I have sent it to the editors. They will check it once, then they will send it to the printers." " Allright. Have a good night's sleep 'cause you will be needing energy for more work tomorrow." Arora groaned, then the call cut. She then remembered her friend Leslie's comments. " Arie, try ASMR . It's so relaxing for lonely people like us, it will be so good." She then opened Youtube.