Ella
The room was bathed in the soft glow of my bedside lamp, casting gentle shadows on the walls. My eyes flickered from the ceiling to my digital clock. 2:37 AM.
Sleep was elusive tonight. No matter how hard I tried, I simply couldn’t catch it. I had been laying here for what felt like an eternity, hoping that exhaustion would finally take over me, but it didn’t. The comforter felt too heavy, almost suffocating, and I tossed it aside with a frustrated sigh.
It had been two weeks since I last saw Logan. The time was going by surprisingly slower than I had imagined, as though his absence was somehow slowing time down. I kept wondering to myself how I had let things get to this point, but I wasn’t entirely sure.
I only knew one thing: that this was my fault. All of it.
My mind wander
