Zyran hadn't slept at all. The whole night, he dedicated to going through work-related files in preparation for the new week. A little break for the wedding had left tons of work piled up for him, and that was just an excuse.
He just couldn't sleep!
Especially after his call with his mother. It was getting even more difficult to avoid the woman, yet after seeing her face or speaking to her, Zyran couldn't be at ease. He found it a little difficult to breathe.
Just like other days Zyran was used to, the night flashed by, and morning came in a blink. Rubbing the cat's head, Zyran lifted it and placed it at the edge of his bed.
Stepping inside the bathroom to wash his face, Zyran's eyes fell on the mark on his shoulder, and he grunted,
"I didn't know I was living with a feral cat," Zyran muttered, washing his face, a smile on his lips.