Constance point of view:

I slowly open my eyes. My head hurts a lot. I sat up from the bed and my eyes looked round the room. This room is not familiar to me. Where am I? And why is my head hurting a lot? 

My brain is racking as I seek for an answer since I can't remember anything. But then, the door creaked open and Darren walked in with a small tray in his hands.

Darren? What am I doing with Darren in this room? The last thing I remembered is…. I just can't remember anything at all . What is wrong with me?

“You are awake." Darren...