BLAZE'S POV
My eyes burned when I stretched them to see the broad daylight entering my room. My chapped lips broke into a groan as I struggled to get up. God, I didn't even dance yesterday night. Why was I feeling like this, like I breaking down and won't get up? Stretching my arms lazily, I dragged myself to the washroom for a bath. I was too tired to do exercises and it felt a boring day. Finishing up my lazy bath, I began drying my self. The bath didn't help. Maybe I should eat something, eating always helped.
Walking downstairs to the kitchen, I saw it empty. She is sleeping late, good for her. Sighing, I began heating some milk. But, then my insides burnt with something and I turned off the knob. I don't think so, I would be able to eat.
Walking out this house I sighed, my hands
