It has been three weeks since I left the hospital, and my arm is fully healed. As I stare out at the open field of green grass before me, I take a deep breath, the earthy scent of freshly mowed grass reminding me of Adrian.
“Adrian,” I whisper into the air, my hands wrapping around my waist as I hug myself. I left him without saying goodbye—not after a fight, but after a passionate night. Boy, is he going to be pissed! I bite my lip guiltily.
The memory of that night is still etched into a precious corner of my mind. It was like discovering a new side of Adrian.
“Before you start getting silly ideas into your head, let me remind you that old habits die hard,” Aria says, her voice stern and slightly annoyed.
“It wouldn’t hurt to take a trip down memory lane, would it?” I roll my eyes, i
