Julian’s POV
Ophelia had taken so long in the bathroom. It had been over thirty minutes and she was yet to come out. I knocked on the bathroom door.
“Are you okay in there?” I asked. I had sat on the bed contemplating on whether to knock and ask her to let me join her. I stood up twice but thought against it and went back to what I was doing: thinking.
Silence.
“Ophelia? Ophelia?” I started panicking when she did not answer. What if something had happened to her? Few seconds later, she opened the bathroom door and came out. The bathroom was misty from the hot water she had been using.
“Were you boiling yourself? Are you okay?” I asked as I ran to her.
I examined her. Her eyes were swollen. It looked like she had been crying.
“I am fine. Sorry I took too long.” She said as she tri
