N A T A S H A
. . .
I kept on stroking his hair and my mind was also drifting in memories and some random thoughts. He didn't even move his body for a few hours, his body was so cold, and he almost look like he's dead. I didn't left him even if I'm triggered to get a blanket and cover him, I felt like he would woke up if I move an inch but staying is okay with me. Napatingin naman ako sa sinag ng araw mula sa labas, I think it was already 7 in the morning.
A slight gasp comes out from my mouth when he moves, I thought he's going to fall as he rolled over but he didn't. Instead, he was already sitting up when I looked at him.
"Good morning." I greeted
"Morning." he greeted back, coldly. He walked out of my view and I can't help to think what he dreamt about that he greeted me
