Dylan’s Point of View
I slowly rubbed my eyes as I looked at my phone to see what time it was. I sat bolt upright when it clicked that I had been sleeping almost 24 hours, that’s when I saw the massive bouquet of roses next to me and a glass of blood on the bedside table with a note underneath it.
Good morning sleepy head, Lucky asked me to come over to his place and help him with a few things, I didn’t want to disturb you, I love you beloved.
“s**t” I was sure I didn’t deserve him, not only was I probably the worst wife ever but I was a shitty best friend while I was at it. I couldn’t believe I slept as long as I did. I slammed the entire glass of
