ASH’S POV
The following morning came in a flash, reminding me of how the once bubbling party came to an end the moment Cleo and her dad left.
It was almost like she was the only reason I was at the party, my entire mood and willingness to do anything leaving with her. Without a choice, I was to lurk around the corners of the house moping around until the final guests were escorted out of the house.
Now, the following morning, I woke up with a splitting headache probably as a result of doing more thinking than sleeping the entire night. Desperate to feel even a tad bit better, I dragged myself out of bed and headed downstairs to get something to eat only to meet my mum in the kitchen actually whipping up breakfast.
“Oh, Ash,” she sounded surprised as she watched me walk into the kitchen
