Trishal’s POV
No sleep for the wicked. Is it true? It certainly feels that way on nights like this. Except, I don’t think I’m wicked in any way.
I rolled to the other side of the bed, looking up at the crescent bulb hanging down from a silver chain over my bed.
It was just two o'clock in the morning. I had woken up around one a.m., but it felt like I had been up for much longer.
The more I tried to take my mind off what happened yesterday, the more I found myself thinking about it.
My phone suddenly lit up and vibrated. It was a message from an unknown number, but the tone felt familiar. "You're up?" it read.
I picked up the phone hesitantly and typed back, "Yes, who are you?"
I watched the three dots indicating typing appear on the screen and then disappear several times. After s
