Anger courses through me and I drop my phone on the bed, staring at the giant teddy bear he just got me.
“He is so annoying!” I scream at it, like the poor thing was responsible for my frustration.
I flop back on my pillow, dragging the bear into my arms even though I was mad. My chest felt tight, half anger, half exhaustion. Why did he always have this effect on me? I bury my face into the bear’s soft fur, letting out a low groan.
A few minutes pass with me just lying there, breathing heavily, trying not to cry or scream again. I push myself off the bed and pace around, holding my arms around myself. I’m still muttering under my breath when a sharp knock came on my door. I blinked, confused. Only two people ever visited me, George and Guilia.
When I opened the door, I froze.
It was G
