ARTEMISIA
I groaned, shielding my eyes from the rays of the sun. I didn't know who let the curtains up.
I was certain I didn't because I had slept with it down.
Sitting up on the bed, I ran a hand through my dishevelled hair while I gazed around the room.
My eyes were just as they were always whenever I cried—swollen and dried from having cried too much the night before. And I dared not check the mirror to see how they were because I was sure I'd be terrified by what I saw.
I patted the side where Sin often slept; it was cold to my touch.
Last night, I waited for him until I couldn't anymore. So, I slept off.
Feeling the part he sleeps on meant he hadn't come last night.
Although I meant to talk with him and see if everything would turn out fine, I was glad he didn't come because s
