Bruh

Tic tac tic tac….

The room was silent. The only thing one could hear was the periodic ticking of the old grandfather clock on the wall. Liam sat on the bed, his back leaning on the pillow. He watched silently at the clock in the dim light of the oil lamp by his bedside.

The hour hand following the minute hand, the minute hand following the second hand until all of them reached number 8. But the man did not notice this.

*tring…tring…*

The alarm clock rang jerking up the man from whatever he was thinking.

POV Liam

"Huh?? Is it time already?" I looked at the clock squinting my eyes. Once again I feel heavy and tired but I am not sleepy. I haven't slept a wink the entire night.

The phone beside me vibrated slightly as it lit up. I slowly reach out to take it and I feel I have no energy within me. I know who the message belongs to.

"Should I see it?" I ask myself but my excited and trained hand had already opened up the chat head.