"Truth is no one is easy to be with, we all have our insecurities, fears and traumas."
-Unknow.
Arsala's POV
The sipping sun ray through the cottons, shinning directly on my face wakes me up. I reached for the pillow beside me but all I feel is the emptiness. I slowly open my eyes to feel the same disappointment I have been feeling this past few days.
Imran is always up before me, I don't get to wake up in his arms. I sit up, holding to covers up to my chest. I run my hand through my hair, hoping I'm not just over thinking things. Some thing is wrong and Imran is trying to hide it from me. I'm not stupid, I have notice the change in his mood after a particular phone.
I pick up my phone from the night stand to see what time is it.
11:23am
I haven't had anything to eat all morning, I'm starving. I put down my phone on the nightstand and climb down the bed, securing the covers around my chest.