10:34 p.m.
Inara
I desperately try to find sleep, but my brain keeps replaying all the recent events that haunt me.
I hear a noise by the window. I get closer, and my eyes widen in shock when I see who’s standing in front of me.
He walks toward me with a big smile and sits beside me on my bed. He grabs my hand and squeezes it tightly in his.
"What are you doing here?"
"I heard you weren’t in the best shape and that you needed a friend."
Mathieu.
"You’re not mad at me anymore for last time?" I ask him, surprised.
He gives me a big smile.
"We both lost our temper. You’re so hurt, I don’t want to add to it with some pointless grudge."
I give him a small smile and squeeze his hand in mine.
"I’m glad you came."
"You need me."
"What do you think of my face?"
He makes a little grim
