FORGET THE PAST

Diane’s P.O.V.

After sauntering inside my bedroom, I languidly placed my bag and books on my study table. I felt exhausted when I didn’t even do something tiring. Still wearing my uniform, I sat on the center of my bed while hugging my knees out of despair. I just couldn’t help myself but overthink again.

There was something different, and I just couldn’t explain it. My eyes wandered around my room until I fixed my stares on the dream catcher Liam gave me. It was freely hanged on my window. Then, I sighed. I was thinking pointlessly. I was lost and confused. After a few minutes, I...