chapter forty-seven

[ IN WHICH SHE IS AN AGGRESSIVE NIGHT OWL ]

Insomnia.

I envy those who can sleep whenever they want to. It has been approximately 4 hours and I haven't gotten any sleep. My intention was to cry myself to sleep, but after roaring like a wounded lion and wailing like a gigantic sea animal, my eyes are now puffy and my voice is hoarse, and yet, to no surprise, I still cannot fall asleep, despite being unimaginably tired. What I still can do is silently whimper in my soul.

So, this is what a broken heart feels like.

Now, I understand the movies' portrayal of a broken heart. Except mine feels worse than that.

And it kills me even more that I caused half of it.

I continue to lay there on my bed, staring at the white ceiling. I had turned on the light projector in my bedroom, and it projects beautiful stars onto the ceiling, giving the illusion that I am trapped in outer space; the Milky Way Galaxy.

The moment I start to make peace with the dark and quiet luxurious bedroom, a loud knock