Hayley's POV

 

I stared at my phone and waited. I had no idea what I was expecting to happen, but somehow I found myself seeking comfort beneath my blanket and staring at my phone, which was on my bedside table.

 

My eyelids felt really heavy, like magnets calling out to each other; all they wanted to do was close. That was the effect of all the crying I had done, as much as I wanted to sleep and act like none of it ever happened.

 

The moment I closed my eyes, the still-quiet pool of darkness my subconscious mind was supposed to be in transformed into a faulty projector, repeatedly...