Athena
I fail to sleep afterwards and Alex didn't come upstairs either. Just knowing how much this room smells like him, it kills me inside. Am I like—liking him? Or is this just like a s****l attraction? I shake my head in disapproval, what am I thinking? I end up punching my own head which causes me to groan in pain.
Stupid.
Turning to the other side, I look at the Alex's spot. It's empty. Well, I'm not really going to check up on him because he might think of me differently. So I stay still and just try my best to close my eyes and drift into sleep.
Staring at the ceiling, it makes me wonder how nails are made of? How about hair? Oh wait wait, how about colours? Are they just called colours because they are colours? How did they even came up with that name? I pucker my lips to the
