I wake up Saturday morning, with no motivation to get out of bed.
I automatically take my phone to check the time and any notification I could have miss while sleeping, a bad habit I have a hard time to stop. I’m surprise to see a text from Jordan. I have a bitter sweet feeling of relief, knowing that one person is talking to me, and anger that he couldn’t respect the one request I asked of him.
My loneliness takes the upper hand, making me open the message.
‘Good night princess.’
It’s simple and sweet, breaking a part of my defence. I still don’t text him back but I have a silly smile on my face.
I jump when I hear a knock on my door, not expecting any guests. I put down my orange juice to go to the door. I open it slightly to see Jordan, leaning on the wall, a smug smile on his face
