He doesn't know how long he's been staring at the ceiling in his room. He doesn't know what's happening. Last night, he found himself at the bus stop and he doesn't even know how he got there in the first place. Everything has been tough for him and he would often find himself in a place where he doesn't even remember going to.
He knows there is another. He knows there is another him. And he doesn't want him to know what he thinks. He's scared that whatever he thinks, the other one will know. He can't let him know.
Yet in the middle of the night, the other one awoke. He took his phone out and went to a folder only he has the access to. Not even the sleeping man inside him is aware of that folder.
So he opened the folder and grinned at the pictures inside it. It was her, sleeping on t
