Chapitre 118: Falling?

ELLA POV:

By the time I got home, exhaustion was weighing me down like a ton of bricks. My legs felt like jelly, my head like it was stuffed with cotton, and my heart… well, my heart was in a weird place I didn't have the energy to unpack right now.

I tossed my bag on the floor, flopping onto my bed like a sack of potatoes. My phone was in my hand before I even realized it, my thumb mindlessly scrolling through apps.

Nothing.

Not that I was expecting a text from Jason or anything, but the silence felt louder than usual.

I let my phone drop onto my chest, staring blankly at the ceiling. For a while, I just laid there, letting my thoughts wander. They didn't go anywhere productive, of course. Instead, they zeroed in on the one person I shouldn't be thinking about.

Jason.