Immature And Lacking

Harry tossed and turned all night, unable to find even a moment of peace. His mind was a relentless storm, churning with thoughts of Jade and the state of their relationship.

Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her face, her tear-streaked cheeks, and her eyes filled with pain, and guilt gnawed at him, making sleep impossible.

He still felt guilty about treating her this way despite the fact that he knew and believed deep down that he had taken the best decision for them both as individuals and for their relationship.

He finally gave up on trying to rest and lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. The room was dark, save for the faint glow of the digital clock on the nightstand.

It was just past dawn, and he knew he had to face Jade soon, since they would need to travel back together.