Ryan POV:
I walked out of the bathroom, a white towel wrapped around my waist. My phone was on the smoothly made bed, with its yellow duvet set. I picked it up and sat down briefly, I couldn't help it. It was like a crippling addiction, I kept checking for Elena's message, but maybe I was wrong. I tossed the phone on to the bed and fell backwards hard, the bed frame creaked with my weight. Maybe time doesn't change anything...
"Ryan," came my mother's voice, "yes!" I shouted at her, "breakfast!" She shouted back, I sat up on the bed and started dressing, "Okay!" Today was a simple blue jeans and white t-shirt, because I decided to not go into the office, and to spend time with my lovely mother. Once done, I opened the white paint door and went downstairs two at a time.
My mom had her
