HOPE
I spent the entire night talking about how Klaus has been a fucking pain in my ass and about the whole game in general with Lizzie.
It was really comforting having her in my space once again, and I know how much willpower it took for her not to have visited Josie that night as well.
When I wake up the next morning, my body is literally a log of wood. I'm in so much pain that I'm glad I made the decision not to go to school today. It would have been horrific. It's exactly as if the burden and stress of the whole week have finally found their chance to haunt me.
So today, I'll have my beauty sleep and recovery sleep as well. Thankfully, Lizzie is here with me, and I can already scent the amazing aroma coming from the tiny kitchen.
I stretch my body lazily and finally try to roll out of bed as usual, but there's a body blocking me.
If Lizzie is in the kitchen, then who the hell is sleeping beside my goddamn bed?
