Looking at those clothes, I turned around to face Selena. She didn't notice my gaze and kept her head down, looking at her phone.
"It's late. Get some rest." I closed the wardrobe and headed toward the door.
Selena seemed a bit surprised. Seeing me leaving into another room, she called out, "Hudson, are you not going to sleep with me?"
"Men and women should have some boundaries," I replied without explaining more. Then I opened the door and stepped out. I stood at the doorway for a few minutes, and Selena didn't follow.
At that moment, I couldn't tell whether I felt relieved or sad.
I found a guest room to sleep in.
I had lived in this house for three or four years, and I had been away for almost a month. Looking up at the ceiling and that old chandelier, I felt a wave of mixed emotions that I couldn't quite describe.
And I wasn't sure how much longer I would be staying here.
I couldn't sleep, so I played music on my phone for almost half an hour before I started feeling drowsy. Just as I was about to drift off, I heard the door creak open.
Selena stood at the entrance with her phone and flashlight on, looking at me with a timid expression.
"I... I'm afraid of the dark when I'm alone. Hudson, could you stay with me?"
I was already sleepy when I saw her, and my vision was a bit blurry. I rubbed my eyes and asked, "But why weren't you afraid of the dark when you were in the hospital?"
When we were at the hospital, I never heard Selena mention being afraid of the dark. Before I arrived, she always spent the nights there alone.
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