stars upon my face

Chapter 23-what can i call it?

I woke up to the warmness of the sun peaking through the windows, and immediately sat up in bed, stretching my arms wipe .

I rub my eyes noticing that I was in James' bedroom, and I could see that he was no longer there. I rubbed my eyes again, wondering if I had just dreamed the whole night.

But as I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up, I noticed that the curtains were open. I got up and walked over to the window, pushing them back further to let in the morning light.

As I turned back to the room, I noticed that James was nowhere to be seen. A pang of worry shot through me, wondering where he must have disappeared. Had he really left me alone after all?

I walked out of the bedroom and into the living room, looking around for any sign of James. But he was nowhere to be seen.

Just as I was starting to feel a sense of unease, my phone pinged with an incoming message. I picked it up, hoping it was James.

"Hey, just went to get some eggs. Didn't want you to think I ran away," it said.

I felt so relieved knowing that  James was okay, and he was just out getting eggs for breakfast. I smiled to myself, "mhm why is he so nice to me ?"

I put the phone down and walked back into the bedroom, feeling more at ease. I realized that James had done this on purpose, just to reassure me that he was still there.

I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering fear from last night. I didn't want to stress James with Edgar's return but apart of me wanted him to be here.

I decided to take a shower just to get my mind off of things for a minute so I stepped into the shower, feeling the warm water wash over me, and slowly began to relax.

As the water hit me I felt like the  the tension and anxiety from the past few days started to melt away with every drop , and I felt like I was finally able to let my guard down.

As I washed my hair and body, I couldn't help but think about James.Why has he been so kind to me after everything I've been through , taking me in and keeping me safe ,things I would have imagined anyone doing for me but he did.

I would make it up to him but  I knew that I would never be able to repay him for everything he had done for me.

After my shower, I wrapped myself up in James' towel, feeling the soft fabric envelop me. I walked to the bedroom trying to find something to wear. But everything seemed too small or too tight. I sighed, feeling a bit frustrated.

I decided to venture into James' bedroom, hoping to find something that might fit. As I walked in, I was struck by the amount of clothes and jewellery layed in the closet .

It was like walking into a shop, with rows and rows of racks and shelves filled with all sorts of items.

I scanned the room, trying to take it all in. There were designer  and tops, jeans and skirts, and even a few pieces of swimwear.

I felt a bit overwhelmed by the sheer amount of stuff, but I was sure to find something that would fit.

After a few minutes of searching, I spotted a long sweater shirt hanging on the back of a door. It was a soft, creamy color, and it looked like it would fit me perfectly.