I slept late but I woke up as though I had slept the entire week. My body and mind were refreshed. The side of the bed was empty and cold but did nothing to wipe the wide smile off my face. Sandro surely was on his toes the entire night thinking about me, and the questions he had to answer to my parents. I pouted as I thought of him. I felt bad, but I did not regret coming with August.
I embraced his pillows and sniffed on his familiar scent until I was sure I had taken the rest of them to my lungs. My morning was doing good until my eyes caught the long table on the corner. The picture frame was there, and still facing down like how I had left it like that yesterday. It would be impossible for August not to notice.
Bitterness spread in my mouth. I jumped out of the bed before it ruine
