Where are you, Titus?
I covered my face and rubbed it in frustration. My hair is a mess after letting go of the high ponytail I tied my hair. I squeal in frustration inside my room and my hands turned into a ball of fists and slammed it on my bed slowly crumpling my sheets.
"Guys, dinner is ready!" Aiden called from the kitchen with his voice reverberating the entire house.
This is unfair. With all the ways he wanted me to stay, he's the one who left. The worst part of it all is that he didn't say goodbye or even just drop something off here to notify me. He already gave me purpose and light within me.
But... is it easier? I'm also leaving. Basically, we're both leaving. Is it fair at some point because I'm also leaving?
My senses heightened. All I hear is the ticking of my clock
