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- { 𝐯𝐢. 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 }
THE NEXT MORNING – FOUR AM
My ass was still wide awake at four am, unable to comprehend my stupidity. Rolling onto my back, looking up at the dark ceiling, I swallowed. I had no clue what I was going to do once the sun rose. Call my parents? Beg them to get me a plane ticket to Greece and move there permanently? I didn't have a fucking clue.
I had dug my own grave and I had to lie in it.
The lights in Mister Jeon's room turned on, slightly picking my head up off my pillow, I saw him pick himself up off his bed, rubbing his eyes. Knowing he was getting up for work, I let my head flop back down, unable to look at him any longer.
I had never been so relieved that he was going to work.
Maybe I could run back home before he got back, so then I wouldn't have to face him knowing that I did what I did. In the depths of my self hate, I rolled back over and pulled my blankets over my head, willing my eyes to shut so I could get some rest.
Finally after forty minutes (in that span of time, Mister Jeon had already left for work) my eyes finally closed and sleep overtook me.
12 PM
After snoozing for hours, I woke up, again, and decided to shower and dressed in my shorts and an adorable floral pink tank top. Adding some rings, and necklaces after doing my skincare and hair, I left my room, phone in hand, to make myself some breakfast. In the middle of making myself a strawberry and granola parfait, my phone buzzed with a new text from Jay. Heart pounding in my chest, I slowly picked up the phone, unlocked it, and read the text.
JAY: Morning Perse
JAY: I hate to ask you this on a Friday, but can you watch Chimmy for a couple hours? I just got called into work on my day off and dad won't be home until late, due to a staff meeting at AWH
Sighing with anxiety, I slowly typed out a response before setting down my phone. Spoon shaking in my hand, I brought a spoonful of my breakfast to my mouth.
