Some say that when one goes against the grain of their morals, it tends to haunt their dreams.
For the third night in a row, Lili's eyes fluttered open to peer up at the ceiling. It was silent in her room save for the occasional drip of her newly installed showerhead in the corner. She couldn't even hear anything down and around the halls or coming from the front room. Was it still so late? Or just obscenely early?
Her newly dyed hair hung over her eyes, making her view the world through the messy strands. As she rubbed at her face, she moved to try and roll over and yank her pillow over her head. This was going to be worth it. She was saving his life.
So why was her conscience telling her to cease?
For the third night in a row, Lili's eyes fluttered open to peer up at the ceiling. It was silent in her room save for the occasional drip of her newly installed showerhead in the corner. She couldn't even hear anything down and around the halls or coming from the front room. Was it still so late? Or just obscenely early?
Her newly dyed hair hung over her eyes, making her view the world through the messy strands. As she rubbed at her face, she moved to try and roll over and yank her pillow over her head. This was going to be worth it. She was saving his life.
So why was her conscience telling her to cease?
