ISLA
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I didn’t leave my room for the rest of the day nor did I go to Lorenzo’s room that night. He didn’t come to mine either.
The next morning, Ricardo helped me change my bandage and gave me some painkillers. Greg brought breakfast up for me, giving me a sympathetic look. Everyone was walking on eggshells around me, but at least they were present.
As for him, who was apparently so worried when I went missing, he didn’t care to check up on me.
By evening, I was tired of my room. The silence was suffocating. It felt like he was avoiding me when he was the one in the wrong. It annoyed me.
I found him in the living room bar, pouring himself a drink. Faint music was playing through the speakers and my feet moved toward him before I could think. “Where’s Sophia?” I hadn’t seen her aft
