Chapter 119 Night

• Will jolted awake with soft breaths and his eyes met the familiar ceiling dimly lit by the warm bedside lamp, his frozen lids liquefied and he exhaled one last time as he accessed his situation.
• He didn't have a bad dream, talk less of having a normal dream, yet despite that, his body felt uncomfortable and cold even when he had the sheets over him. The memories of the night came back to him and he wondered why he'd cried so much, it was probably a first for him, or no- it was his second. Strangely, he couldn't tell if he felt so relaxed at the minute because he'd just woken up, or his relaxed demeanor was because he had let out his pain along with his tears. His eyes felt heavy from crying and his dried up throat made him sit up groggily, taking a glance around the room made him notice what was missing, Zayn.
• Will's eyes went to the door and he held his gaze, why didn't Zayn stay with him? Did he find it hard to sleep next to him or was he still respecting his wish to keep a distance? Will asked himself, then his mouth pulled up in a pout as he blinked tiredly.