(PETE’S POV)
There’s a knock on the door as I zip close my duffel bag. I ignore it. It is probably Nana, the cook wanting to know what I want to eat for breakfast. I sigh lightly, I don’t have the appetite to eat. My mind can’t get off Solana. I have f****d things up now. And to think that everything was just beginning to be fine.
I did not even get to have a good night’s sleep because I kept pondering on about her. About how she had left last night even after we had such a Beautiful time together. I wanted to shout or ou ju something because of how badly things had turned to from being just good. It got me angry to think of Tia.
Another knock comes at my door. And this time I groan. I did not want to have to deal with anyone this morning. I wanted to just be left with myself. With my t
