Chapter 68 - i need to sleep

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I lost track of time.

The only thing that I know is that the sky is dark and the air is getting cooler and cooler every seconds.

And I'm so tired.

But I refuse to close my eyes. Not there, not on the twins trampoline.

I have to go home.

I have to take my meds and go to sleep...

"Hey." I suddenly heard someone say next to me.

I turned my head the best I could.


"Hey." I said back.
"You look very tired, do you want to stay the night ?" He asked me, his fingers gently caressing my cheeks.

I smiled tenderly at him.

"No." I murmured. "My dad is waiting for me, I have to go home."

I don't even know what I'm saying right now.

He is not even home.

Mao ? Stop.

I just want to sleep.

I want to close my eyes so bad.

"Okay come on, let's go then." I heard Ethan say. "Emma and Gray will just have to wait."

"Let me say goodnight first, go to the car I'll be there in a minute." I told him, making my way to the studio.

I watch Ethan go to his car, lost in my mind.

I want to sleep so bad.

What time is it ?

Oh, Grayson and Emma, right. I have to say goodnight.

What time is it in New-York ? Is my mom sleeping right now ?

I should probably call her to ask her.

I hope James knows I love him.

Sister James.

Do you think Ethan is bored alone in his car while waiting for me ?

I walked in the studio and saw Emma laying on the purple couch and Grayson trying to work a camera in the corner of the room.

"Are you leaving ?" Grayson asked.

What ?

"Mao ?"
"Mmh ?"
"Are you leaving right now ?" He asked me again.
"I came to say goodnight." I told him.
"Give me a hug." He said, walking towards me.

Oh Gray...

He took me in his arm and I tried my best to hug him back, even if my arms were too small and his back and shoulders too large.

We stayed like that a few minutes. And when he went to free himself, I hold him firmly in my arms. Not letting him go.

"You're okay ?" Grayson asked.
"Yes." I answered in a breath.

I'm okay.

Is that tears I can feel on my cheeks ?

Why am I crying ?

It's just a hug Mao, you're too sensitive.

I finally let go of him. And when I did so, Gray took my head in his hand and wiped my tears with his thumbs.

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