Third Person POV
Jaimee was in her room about to retire for the night. She’s on her bed, staring at the same pages of the book she’s reading for a good thirty minutes already. The moment she shared with Lucca earlier kept replaying in her mind.
The kiss they shared was something she once dream of, but now that it happened she felt surreal.
‘That boy loves you.’ She heard her again.
‘Me? Or you?’
‘I asked that myself too. But if you remember you’ll know.’ She heard her say.
Jaimee sighed, and began playing with her hair. She noticed her once black hair is turning white.
‘Look at what the stress is doing to me. I’m turning into an old lady.’ Jaimee said, and she heard her snicker.
‘Who are you calling old lady, old lady?’
Jaimee decided to ignore her and just focus on th
