ZAIJIAN HEWSON
It wouldn’t have mattered to me if it was just another girl.
But Acir isn’t just any other girl in my life. She’s my everything, and my whole world.
Waking up without her by my side ceased all of the hope that bloomed in the pit of my stomach. I could still smell her scent on the sheets and on the pillows. However, the harsh, chilly empty side of the bed jabbed me back into reality. It felt sickening to the core.
Cold water splashed over me. Her absence symbolizes regret.
I know this, but I was letting my feelings for her take control of my thinking—pretending that she didn’t purposely leave me in the hotel room without saying anything.
No, not after what we just shared.
It was a mutual decision. Both of us agreed to spend the night together. She admitted that she was
