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2 weeks had passed and I was finally feeling better about the whole situation. Of course it took a lot of reassurance from Ace to realise that I wasn't a monster or that I wasn't like my father , not to mention the sleepless nights and the nights he had to stay up , cradling me in his arms because I couldn't stop crying . I can't believe he wasn't tired of me yet , if anything, he's been quite clingy which I find adorable.

I reached over to the side of our bed and grabbed my phone after glancing at the pile of plates , stacked on my bedside table . Ace had been cooking food and bringing it up to me in hopes that I would eat it , but he knows I don't eat breakfast and since I was sad , I wasn't really in the mood to eat , so a lot of the time he would end up eating it instead of me .

Ace had left his journal on his locker , he never leaves that thing out . He probably wants me to read it but I'm not going to , I won't ever touch his journal, it would be too invasive and rude of me to d