Dante
“Dante,” I heard someone call my name from a distance, but I refused to open my eyes. I still needed some sleep.
“Dante,” The voice was louder now and accompanied with a slap.
I woke up instantly to find Nora glaring at me.
“Nora, hey,” I said, pulling myself into a sitting position and realizing that I had slept on the couch last night after I couldn't get it up with Nora.
“Don't hey me! I waited for you, I was worried and you were here, thinking?” she glared, clearly very upset.
“I'm sorry… I didn't mean…”
“Save it, Dante. I don't care. I'm leaving,” she spat, frustration evident in her tone.
“But you were supposed to go by 7am.”
"Yes, but that was before I found out I was such a huge bother to you,” she said with a shaky voice.
“No, you are not,” I scrambled up to a sit
