The soft morning light gently seeps through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow in our beachfront apartment. It's Sunday, the day we have all been dreading as it marks the end of our unforgettable getaway. I stretch lazily in my bed, not quite ready to face the reality of returning home.
As I glance at the empty space next to me, I can't help but smile at the thought of Liv. She spent the night in Andy's room again, and judging by the fact that she hasn't snuck back into our room yet, it's safe to say she might have overslept. I chuckle to myself, recalling that she did the same thing on Friday night. I woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, and she wasn't there beside me.
It's moments like these that remind me of the strong bonds we have formed during the time we
