Part 4

Either I saw Aaron in my room, sitting on the other corner of my bed, or I must have been dreaming. But when my eyes cleared up, I saw that indeed he was on my bed, sitting with his back facing me. I pulled myself up to sit down and slowly rubbed my sleepy, swollen eyes before calling his name.

“Aaron?” Did he miss his road or something? Because last I checked, this was the room I’ve been in all this time, right? Or did I miss it?

“I waited for you after that weekend,” he said, speaking as if he knew I was already awake and able...