Unsure of what to do, I began screaming for help. The tears began to flow like a river, and I was pretty sure that I’m not one of the people who can manage to look pretty while they cry. Suddenly he began to move. I watched as he sat up and let out a yawn. He was sleeping? He looked around and jumped a little bit when he saw me. His facial expression changed from panic to a look of concern in a matter of seconds.
“Isabelle, why are you crying?” he asked.
“I thought that something happened to you,” I replied in between sobs.
“It’s okay I’m alright. I just ended up falling asleep from exhaustion is all,” he told me.
I wiped my eyes with the sleeve of my dress and nodded. He looked at the mess on his desk and cursed under his breath. He picked up the papers that were covered in ink an
