Avery's Perspective
It was blinding sunlight streaming through the dorm window, exposing the disorder within my mind as it revealed every corner of the room. Amelia left early to grab some coffee before her morning class. God, how I envied that kind of life: yearning after something or someone, but being totally weightied down with confusion.
I rolled onto my back, staring up at the ceiling. No matter how else I tried to think, Jameson kept creeping into my thoughts, his words from yesterday repeating in my head. "I'm not giving up, Avery. Not on us."
I groaned, going through my tangled hair with my fingers. Why couldn't I just stop thinking about him?
Pulling myself out of the bed and deciding that I could not spend the day moping over my thoughts, I just made an exit before a prolo
