Chapter 13 : Memories of the weekend

• I woke in bed to see the day had broken. It was finally Monday, and a part of me wished this day wouldn’t come because I knew what it meant. Monday meant returning to our normal lives. This life, although brief, felt more real than anything I’ve ever experienced in all my twenty-one years of existence. It made sense why I didn’t want to let it go.
• Even the best of things has an end, I’ve been told, and this would not be any different. I had to prepare myself to get back to my real life, the one that waited for me outside this beautiful penthouse. Would it be so wrong to stay longer? He affected me the same way I affected him, so I wouldn’t be overstepping in wanting to stay, but this was my heart talking and not my head. I knew better than to overstay my welcome.
• The part of my senses that took notice of my surroundings finally kicked in, and I realised Aaron wasn’t in bed with me. It was weird considering he was nowhere in the room, either. That didn’t deter my plans. Today was my last day, and I needed to get ready to leave, anyway.