The past (Reminiscing)

The beauty of the heart

Is the ability to accept,

The beauty of the home

Is the ability to accept the heart...

Oluwatoyosi

Precious POV

I woke up to the rays of the sun in my eyes only to find an arm holding me down. Panicked, this isn't my room, this isn't my bed. Then I remember; I remember the party, David, and when Ethan brought me to his home. I relaxed as I see Ethan sitting on a chair right beside the bed, with his head on the mattress as he held onto my hand.

Why was he here?

Didn’t he go to the other room last night? I was sure he did. I stared at him and frowned at his position. He could get a neck cramp.

Checking the time on my phone, it was 8:35 am. I closed my eyes and do my morning prayer, and once I was done, my head started buzzing with questions.

David! The man that broke me. Why would he say he still loved me? Hadn't he done enough? I loved him and he threw all that away with just a single act. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what would have happened to me if