Will
Sleep had always been difficult for me. I wasn't one of those guys who could just crash after a concert or a signing, I had to decompress, my mind was so aware of the constant conversations the chatter, the music, the noise - I had to just let my brain soak it all in, and sort it into the right places.
Some nights it took hours.
Other nights it took minutes.
Lucky me, that after one brief conversation with Ang - and I was leaning toward hour two. One conversation that no matter how many times I twisted it around, tried to make it fit, it just didn't.
I was in a weird place.
A place where I wanted to hate her.
And a place where I was suddenly just exhausted from all the hate.
Keeping every single part of myself indifferent wasn't something I was practiced in when it came to wom
