Dark, teary orbs squinted from the bright light sneaking past the small cracks of the thick curtain. A dirty blonde hair latina rolled onto her side of the bed, rubbing her tired eyes as she was awoken from her peaceful sleep.
She pressed a palm on the bed and pushed her torso up from the soft cushion, her feet dangling at the edge while the finger tips of her feet brushed lightly to the ground. Her baggy, tired eyes stared at the curtains, she could already feel herself slowly being pulled in a daze, thinking about all the things she had been through.
The door behind her leisurely swing open, chestnut orbs peeking in and scanned the dark, cold room the latina had been staying since the last three days.
Troy entered carefully balancing the object within his arms. In his hands is a tray
