I locked myself in my room for the next two days. I brought several bags of chips and chocolates with me back to my room the night Maven kissed me. I was getting weaker from eating only junk food, but I stubbornly refused to flee my room. I poured all my attention into writing so I wouldn’t dwell on my hunger and on what happened.
On the morning of the third day, three hard knocks sounded on my door. There’s only two of us here, so there's no mystery who it could be. I didn't want to see his face again. Not yet, anyway. So I ignored it and went out to the balcony. I closed the door so I wouldn’t hear the loud knocks.
I roved my eyes over the surrounding mountains. It looks peaceful. Content and happy to just sit there. A complete opposite of what I felt. I wanted to go home. It’s only be
