Trishal’s POV
Ahhh! I kept sighing as I walked back to my room, feeling tired and sorrowful for the pair. We talked for a while and then he dozed off.
"Ahh!" I sighed again as I opened the door to my room and entered. I closed my eyes, relishing the calming effect the room always gave me. The cool lights and homely interior decor made anyone want to call this space home, even if they had just arrived. I looked up at the clock by the headboard. It said 4:28 p.m. From not being able to sleep to sleeping late, what a revealing night.
I yawned and dropped like a log onto my bed; at least now my room didn’t look too lonely. To my tired senses, it seemed more like a comfortable cocoon. I picked up my phone, sent a "hello" message to Neymar, and a "hope you are good" message to Ariana. Now tha
