Alaia's POV
I wake up to a quiet room. Nick's side of the bed is empty and cold..He didn't sleep there, i vaguely remember talking to him last night but i don't know if it actually happened or if it was just a dream.
I recalled yesterday's events and Nick's words and the tears start flowing steadily again. I remember crying myself to sleep on the couch.
Just knowing what he thinks of me now, what he thinks of my family, makes the hurt start all over again. We are too different and can only hurt each other. I need to remember that and guard my heart from any more sorrow from now on.
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"Hey there, can i come in?" Marco asks from his position at the door an hour later.
"Sure"
"How are you doing....? Have you had breakfast already? "
"Yes" I did, i didnt want any problems today. And i was hungry after all.
"Great"
Silence.