SAMANTHA
Jason wasn't on his bed when I entered his room, and the first place that clicked in my mind to check was the balcony because that's where I would go to ease my pain, whether physical or emotional. Plus, seeing a nice view helps relax the mind.
"You came back fast." Jason smiled as I stepped out of the balcony, standing by the banister.
The moonlight, together with the lights coming from the lamp post nestled on both ends of the marble railing, glowed on his face, providing me with a clear view of his beaten face. A black eye on his left eye, both his cheekbones were slightly swollen, a small bandage dressing the bridge of his broken nose, and a small cut on his upper lip.
I couldn't observe his face earlier since I always kept eye contact whenever we talked, scared that I mig
