He was always right

The next morning....

It was 5.35 a.m. when Ryn stirred from her slumber. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and yawned. 

What time is it? 

Her eyes looked around but it was too dark for her to recognize the place. Groaning, she sat up and tried to find a switch to light up the room. 

Maybe because she was so used to staying at the hotel, her hands automatically found switches for the lights. She blinked her eyes at the sudden attack of the light despite the dimness. 

"Oh God," she groaned as she tried to get used to the light. She remembered now that she was in a hotel room but she was too drowsy to remember why she was here.

She pushed the blanket off her and stepped onto the floor. Her feet automatically brought her into the bathroom to do her business. Then, she returned back to the bed and sat there... blankly.

She stared at the wall as her mind was hit by the memory of yesterday.

Jeremy. Harry. And the stupid argument.