I stir again and blink a few times before fully waking. We're under some sort of shelter, Niall holding me close as I lean against him. Rain slowly falls from the sky.
"How long was I asleep?" I ask, not wanting to move.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
You'd be astonished at the intimate stories, hidden struggles, and heartfelt dreams that people are willing to reveal if only they find someone who'll truly listen. — Arcticus