Qing Lok wanted nothing else but to sleep for the night. He just felt like someone had carved out his entire chest and sewed him back empty on the inside. He locked himself up in his room and let the darkness consume him.
He planned to sleep. Tomorrow, he would feel better. He tried to get comfortable, wrapped himself up in his thick blanket, and shut his eyes.
Every thought that came to his mind, he imagined like he was pushing it out of existence until he could no longer see it. But despite his mind being empty. He could not sleep. Was it possible to really not think of anything?
He plugged his earphones and tried listening to peaceful music. But just as when he was being pulled by sleep, something in his chest jumped and stopped him from falling asleep by jolting him awake.
Qing Lok pulled the earphones as he sat up, cursing the headache that was starting at the top of his head. He checked the clock and found out that it was already way past midnight.