It was raining. Hard. It had been storming since after William left and it got really bad just a few hours ago.
I tried to call William after he left and throughout the rest of the day but I only got his Royal voicemail: "This is my personal phone. If this is anyone that I'm close to, I'll be sure to call you back. If this is a Royal matter, please try our royal hotline, AKA, the Palace. Yours truly, Prince William."
I glanced at the clock and sighed, seeing how it was just past eleven in the evening. I was currently curled up in my bed, wearing one of William's shirts and a pair of black wind shorts. My phone was clutched in my hand, at eleven percent, and sure to die soon.
Maybe I should just go to bed. He's not going to call.
I sigh to myself and reach down, fondling the floor for a
