Jackson's POV
"Urgghhhh", I groaned.
The alarm clock woke me up from the most pleasant sleep I had in a month. I used to wake up with the sunrise and then engage myself in work. But with Hannah, it was different. Sleeping with her wrapped in my arms, it felt good, like home.
Her arm was draped over my waist, her mouth slightly parted. Her silky brown hair was sprawled on the pillow.
Pushing her aside gently, I sat up straight. My eyes wandered to her. She didn't deserve the cold shoulder I was giving her. She was too genial, too kind for a broken soul like me. The fact that she hadn't left me still made me love her even more.
After the great revelation, my heart crumbled into thousand little pieces. The constant agony, regret and grief was eating me up from inside. I felt wretched wit
