(THIRD PERSON’S POV)
Marilyn thought it was not smart for her to still expect Louis’s knock on her door. She tried to push the thought out of her head, never lying to herself about the reason why she was still awake.
It was 1 am. She could see it beeping from her digital clock. It was not like Louis had come this late but somehow, even after waiting, she found herself wanting to wait some more.
Marilyn lay in bed, using social media to block out the anxious thoughts that she was feeling. She wondered what Louis really thought of her, there she had been thinking that what she felt was genuine and had a deep meaning to it despite the situation that they were placed in.
Now, she thought of herself slightly as a foolish girl who had no control of her feelings. No control of hee feelings at
