Chapter 112. You Cry So Quietly

PRECIOUS' POV

April 25th, xxxy (Way too early morning)

IN ONE IRREGULARLY SHAPED diagram, there are fifty one swirls, the pattern the same brown colour as the ceiling that it's almost invisible to be discerned.

In Precious line of sight, there are twenty one irregularly shaped diagrams, each of them containing fifty one swirls. On one side of the ceiling, there is a total of one thousand and seventy one (1071) patterns in twenty one irregularly shaped diagrams.

One thousand and seventy one, Precious counts repeatedly. Twelve minutes. He has been staring at his ceiling and counting shapes for twelve fucking minutes. Ah. Thirteen now. Precious is slowly losing his mind. It's past two in the morning. He has been awake for twenty minutes, his eyes sprang open as if a little demon had whispered in his ear.

By his side, Kamil sleeps soundly on his stomach, snoring softly. He should be jealous of how easy sleep comes for Kamil. How well rested he always is. A