Chapter 58
Cold
Alex's POV
As the sun hit my eyes, I stretched my very tired arms to the other side of the bed expecting to find it ice cold and empty. And it didn't disappoint.
It was empty.
Cold.
He actually left, didn't he?
I hoped this was all a dream.
That when I opened my eyes he would be here, and I would wake up.
But when I did, it stayed the same lonely, cold side.
I should stop assuming things. He might just be in the kitchen, my inner voice and hopes complained and begged.
But the reality in me knew that what I felt yesterday wasn't just love making.
It was saying goodbye.
I stood up from the bed wrapping his white button up from yesterday around my slim body that fitted me like a dress, but most importantly smelled like him.
This is wrong.
What am I
