(Tara’s POV)
11:56 p.m.
My eyelids are closing already. I blink twice before standing up and rewarding myself with a good yawn. These are when I do not need to worry about the next day because I hit my target, and I can reward myself with long hours of sleep.
I get my cellphone and walk like a zombie going to my bedroom. I have no strength to draw, but I take my notebook and gaze at Blake’s face. Sometimes, it sucks to have a photographic memory, but at times like this, I appreciate it. It makes me forget how awful and unfair life is.
Perhaps Blake is a sleep stealer because I don’t feel sleepy anymore when I look at his face. I open my drawer and take the pencil. I flip the pages and start sketching. I was too engaged in my drawing that I realized who I was drawing when I finished constructing the lines and startrealizedefine the head shape.
John.
I press my lips and look heavenward, hoping it would stop m
