/-Riley-/
I feel so bored. Maybe because I've been thinking of Dean all day. Nothing makes sense anymore. Days pass with me missing him more and more.
I want him back. Doesn't he miss me as much as I miss him? Everything we shared, the laughter, the arguments, the separations, the makeups, was it all game to him?
"Damn you, asshole. How could you mess with my senses and call it a game?". I threw a pillow in anger.
"Easy there, tigress" Liam chuckles after catching the pillow. He's got a mug in his hand.
"Don't you think your skills are better appreciated on the baseball field?". My reply contains a bit of bitterness.
"Here" He says simply, handing the mug to me before settling on the bed.
At first, I thought it's coffee, then I concluded its cappuccino since it's a little too cold,
