It was not a dream to be with you. It was a prayer.
-Unknown.
|N I C O L A S|
I groan in my pillow when the sound of a knocking against the door of my room, for the umpteenth time. Why is everyone against me? Why can not I just have a minute of peace? When I am awake, my head is filled with her memories and when I finally manage to pass out after filling my system with alcohol, people like Shawn find a way to disturb me.
Throwing the pillow in a corner of the room, I climbed out of the bed. If the reason would not be worthy enough, I would punch the fucker in the face and would not even feel guilty about it. I clicked the door open and faced him, he was composed, his hair styled neatly but there was this obvious tension on his face.
Rubbing the sleep in my eyes with the back of my
