I wish I could hate Jude. I wish I could hate his existence and the new friendship he has with Miko, but I can't. I don't hate Jude, although it's annoying just how easily it is to be fond of him.
With a tired exhale, I stand up and wipe my bleary eyes with the sleeve of my shirt and make my way back to my room.
It's silent when I step inside and close the door behind me. I expected to see Jude's bed with two figures, but all I see is him sleeping under the covers.
"Hey," he whispers, opening his eyes a little to look at me.
"Hey," I sigh as I sit on my bed, facing him. "Tired?"
'Fried. But I can't find sleep no matter how much I feel like I will die if I don't sleep in the next hour," he whispers, his voice scratchy.
I lie down, not bothering to wash up. "Today was …" I sigh, as I look at the ceiling. "I don't even think my brain has registered it all yet."
