'He was here…' Margaux lost track of how long she'd been staring at that empty side of the bed. Waking up alone was already something she was used to since everything went dirty between her and Rome. However, the familiar scent of his shampoo and cologne lingering in the air wasn't something she was expecting this morning.
'Impossible.' She tried to convince herself as she slowly moved to the edge of the bed. Shaking her head, she stretched her legs carefully, getting ready to stand. 'This is not funny anymore. Stop imagining things, Margaux! Stop--'
"Ouch!"
Her thoughts crumbled when one of her feet landed on something which wasn't supposed to be on the ground. It was sharp, black, and made of thick glass. Curious, she bent down and picked it up.
"How'd the hell did this get…" Her voi
