Seventy Seven

Melody's POV:

Somehow they were asleep.

"I think that may be the hardest work I've ever done." I whispered, sliding down against the wall in front of Tristan's bed.

John had insisted on sleeping here rather than the guest room. I guess he was quite fond of the video game vibes coming from here. Not to forget how messed up this room looked, thanks to Tristan.

Asher sat down beside me and picked up a broken CD from the floor. No wonder why John insisted sleeping here.

"I didn't imagine I would be doing this when I came at your house." He agreed.

That's when it hit me. He had came here for a reason. And I didn't know what.

"Why did you come here, anyways?" I asked.

"To check up on you. For real."

He didn't sound like he was lying.

"But you didn't come check up on me last three days?" I asked, placing my head on his shoulder.

I felt so exhausted. I could probably sleep through an apocalypse right now.

"I know. I'm sorry for being too busy." He sounded genuine. "There wasn't a second when