-Dakota POV-
With a heavy heart, I look at the box I just put on the floor. I feel like I am about to cry looking at his stuff. Stuff from him that I had. A jacket, a shirt, the small teddy bear he gave me, I even left the markers I used to fill in his tattoos. I want nothing that reminds me of him.
I start to walk away from his house where I left the box knowing that I’ll always love him because there is no way that I just can’t. He is buried in my heart. But I am done with him. You can’t leave someone like this with no explanation and expect them to just wait.
And if it is him who has been watching me, then that is really messed up. I have been having that feeling, right from when I found my room unlocked that night after the party which by the way was not Natalie. She was still a
