A R I A
I wake up, feeling the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. I blink a few times, stretching my arms and glancing over at the empty space next to me. So he didn't even bother to come to my bed last night, something he usually does, but clearly hasn't for the past few nights. In fact, I don't think I even remember when he did...
Again. My heart sinks, but I brush it off like I always do. Maybe he's busy, maybe he's just... well, I don't even know anymore. Where he decided to blackout after drinking seems to be his own business.
I grab my phone and check for any messages from him. Nothing, once again. I groan then toss my phone back onto the bed, trying to not let it get to me, even though the emptiness inside me grows louder. Fine. If he won't talk to me, then I'll j
