Chapter 11

When he declared not to wait up, he was being literal. The clock striked till eleven at night, and still he was not yet back. I was not quite worried, I was straight up pissed off! He dragged me from Germany all the way to Netherlands, for what? To leave me alone in a big mansion.

I hate mansions!

They are too quiet, and make me feel uncomfortable and anxious. I have a hyperactive imagination which leads to me getting unsettled and jumpy. I prefer small spaces. Where I can see everything surrounding me. If I am in very spacious places, I prefer to have company around. So, it literally took me long to fall asleep.

Despite that, the last time I checked the time was 1:45 a.m and Robert was still not back. I must have dozed off a few minutes later. Yet when I woke up, he was not around again. He did come back though. I know this because his side of the bed was messy, his cologne had diffused to fill the entire room, and he had left a stupid note on the nightstand.

‘You looked so peaceful.