Zyran opened his eyes and sharp pain hit him like bolt shots on his head. He felt like he had been kicked hard on the face, because he ached all over. His vision was blurry as his eyes settled on the girl lying next to him.
Mila's hand was now on Zyran's face, while she slept with her leg on his body. Zyran noticed his own hand comfortably rested on the girl's waist. It didn't take a second before he slipped back into unconsciousness again.
Finally, Zyran woke up, after a series of blacking out and waking up. When he opened his eyes this time, there was nobody on his bed and it was just him.
"Was I dreaming?" Zyran asked himself, pushing his body up.
He staggered out of the bed, his hand on his forehead. He didn't know how long he'd slept for but he felt so drained and really tired. He entered the bathroom, rushed with the shower, changing into a free trouser and white shirt.
