AMELIA

　　　 

　　　

　　　 The next day, I received a bouquet of roses, though, and I burned it to ashes when the initial on the card was L instead of R. He probably expected to meet me tonight. 

　　　

　　　I still couldn’t get him out of my head even before going to bed. I didn’t know why. My stomach twisted in knots, but every time I thought of his face, it made my heart flutter.

　　　

　　　 Another beautiful morning. I supposed it was another beautiful morning, bright sun streaming through the opened curtain window, blue clear sky, and another breakfast I missed— intended to miss if I were to be honest.

　　　

　　　 I ghosted everyone because...