Cyril's POV
The alarm on my bedside table sounded loudly and sonorously, waking me up from my deep slumber. I turned it off walking sluggishly to grab my towel from my walk-in closet. After which, I entered the shower, water gushing out onto my skin immediately I opened the tap.
My mood was different, rather calm and cheerful. I woke up this morning, hoping for the best but expecting the worst. Iris had a few more days to return home now. Tatiana, on the other hand, has not reached out to me since the day she left. I have been waiting for her calls or text messages for days now.
Perhaps, I wouldn't have bothered so much if I hadn't driven her out of my house by my harsh words. Knowing that I was the reason she left is what hurts me the most. Now how I wished I knew where she lived o
