It had been a few hours since Noah had come running to me.
That idiot had ranted his shit out and already left through the front door for the daily practices.
Technically, I was also supposed to go but because of everything happening around me, I turned him down.
There were some things I needed to figure out.
Sighing out loud, I started removing my clothes piece by piece, not giving a fuck about the fact that I was in the living room.
After all, I was alone in the house right now and and no one had the keys other than Noah.
I let the last piece of clothing fall carelessly on the floor, not bothering to fold it or even look at it as I walked around the house naked.
The silence in the studio house wrapped around me like a fucking collar on my throat.
I could feel that the emotions I was feeling were more than usual...as if the anger, the sadness, and even my frustration had been amplified.
