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I was back.
I look into my mirror staring back into my eyes. They didn't even look the same.
I hugged and greeted everyone except, of course, my strange mother, who fled the scene right after I appeared.
Everything felt unreal from the people who were waiting for me to Kai. Kai was the best part yet the saddest.
It was clear things had changed and I wasn't sure how to piece anything together starting from him and the others acting strange right before everything went down.
Regardless I'm here in my own room yet I can't believe I'm really here, I think I'm having an out-of-body moment.
The police drove everyone away so they could talk to me one-on-one so the reunion was cut short and extremely brief.
They drilled me with questions on what Rick did to me and what had happened yet I couldn't answer them.
Honestly, It's been a month since Rick beat me almost to death and I wasn't ready to recall it all because that would make everything feel so much more real.
The police had also discussed what would happen now that they knew the culprits who put me in a coma. They weren't jailed like Rick but were awaiting trial that I was of course supposed to attend at court. That was a different kind of stress on its own.
God when would all this weird shit stop happening to me I'm starting to wonder what I could have possibly done in my last life to land me in this position.
In my past life was I some kind of war criminal-
*knock* *knock*
I jumped startled by the sound coming from the window yet despite my being surprised I knew exactly who it was.
I turn around slowly from my vanity mirror and prepare myself.
I see his piercing green eyes trained on me determined and desperate.
A part of me was dreading this moment and another part just wanted to be alone with him in every way shape and form.
I walk over to it after taking a deep breath and pop the window open.
He swiftly steps inside his tall frame still having to bend slightly.
I study him as he comes in, his jawline definitely got sharper as if he lost a little weight. His black messy hair still sits perfectly on his head and his perfectly placed muscles are as sculpted as usual.
He clears his throat hinting that he's obviously caught me checking him out and I see his face grow into a small smirk.
"Shut up", I say trying to stop my smile but failing.
I'm supposed to be mad at him and I intend to stand on business.
