Day-Walker
I was getting pretty tired. I wasn’t even sure why the hell I has dancing like this. It was even more tiring.
In a few minutes, we stopped and I realized something:
Where’s Derek?
I asked the same question to Helena, who just shrugged nonchalantly. I responded her shrug with an identical gesture.
We went back into my room. I put on one of my favorite bands, Nine Inch Nails, as the first rays of sunlight peeked through my small window.
“Morning already?” Helena finally said through a mouthful of chocolate.
“Yep.” I responded. “You need to be somewhere?”
She shook her head. “I’m a day-walker anyway.” She said quietly.