CHAPTER 227

- HAZEL -

By the time I woke up, he was gone. My bed was nicely laid despite being on it and my window was shut. I couldn’t perceive his cologne and there was not even a single trace of him ever being in my room.

That sucked. I know he was here but it doesn’t seem so. I miss waking up to him in the morning. I miss not having to be conscious about my environment when I’m in his bed. I sigh, staring at the ceiling. My hand rests on the cold sheets by my side. From this, it seemed like he was gone long ago.

I’m too lazy and tired to get up or I’d have texted him to check in. I turn to the side of the bed, resting on my side. I wonder what he’s doing right now.

A knock on my door interrupts my thoughts. Who on earth will disturb someone this early in the morning? I shut my eyes closed, creasing my brows to fake sleeping. As long as my door is locked and no one can get it, I might as well be asleep.

The knock continues. It’s very persistent.