When I wake up in the morning, I'm still lying alone on the bed.
My throat still hurts, and my head still pulses with sharp pain. I wince, touching it.
Aiden. Aiden. Aiden.
I said that having Luke and him in my life was a mistake. How is he going to forgive me?
Tears roll down my cheek again. My eyes are swollen from crying all night.
Aiden. Does he hate me now?
My sobs break again. I can't bear that thought. I miss him. Imiss him so much. I want to hold him, to tell him that I didn't mean what I said, that having him in my life was never a mistake.
My head feels like it’s being hit with a powerful force, and I wince again, my hand shaking as I touch it.
What is wrong with my head? I should have listened to Luke when he told me to have the doctor check it. I thought that it was just a normal headache, but it seems like I was wrong.
It hurts like hell, and I realize that it happens every time my mind is thinking hard about Aiden. The last time was when he was drowning in the swimming pool.
Aiden.
I wipe my tears away and sit up. When I look down at myself, I realize that I'm still wearing yesterday's gown.
Sighing, I get up from the bed and walk toward the bathroom.
???
After freshening myself up, the first room I check is Aiden's. I slide the door open. It's empty.
My heart breaks all over again, and I burst into tears. The room only reminds me of him.
Usually, Aiden would smile widely every time I visited his room—he was so happy every time he saw me. His eyes would twinkle every time I read him exciting stories before bed.
He told me that he was grateful to have me in his life. He'd already loved me when we met for the first time.
But what have I done to him?
"Aiden," I rasp, gripping my chest due to the pain that I can't bear. "I'm sorry." My eyes squeeze shut, more tears falling from them.
???
I stand at the back patio next to the living room, staring at the gerbera daisies planted in the garden. Even though everythingaround me, everything about this house, is beautiful, it means nothing without the people I love.
Luke and Aiden didn’t come back home after our fight last night. That's understandable. With everything that has happened, I don't think Aiden will ever want to see me again.
He hates me. Tears fill my eyes again at that thought.
I grip the phone in my hand. Luke hasn't called me, and I can understand that too—he must be focusing on Aiden, giving his full attention to him.
They might be staying at another house. My mind is debating whether I should call Luke or not, but I'm still not ready to trust him.
I don't know what I should do.
I'm so lost. So very lost. I don't know what to believe.
What am I doing? I should be the one who leaves this house, not them.
If Aiden doesn't want to see me anymore, I should be the one who walks out of here. This is his home.
