I lost in track on how long Van stayed outside my door, all I could remember was he asking for my forgiveness. I even slept leaning against the door as I remembered, I was tired.. too tired by all that happened for the past years.
When I opened my eyes I was lying in my bed. I suddenly sat up and looked down myself, I was in a white long sleeves now. This is not mine.. I murmured.
"You're awake." I looked at the owner of that voice. He sat up from the couch and walked towards me. "I asked for the spare keys why I got in. And saw you sleeping on the floor." he calmly said. He stayed standing in front of me. "Are you okay now?" he sounded concerned.
"I'm okay, leave my room I am going to pack my things." I told him coldly.
He stared at me for a couple of moment before he sighed and turne
