I woke up in a shock when I got hit in my dream. I tried to calm down immediately.
Was it a dream? Or a flashback?
I looked around my room and noticed the bed on the other side was empty. I sighed and looked at the clock. It was 5:03 am.
I took my phone and noticed I had like 10 missed calls and 27 messages. Most of them were Ray's, telling me I would be okay and that she's there for me all the time.
The other messages didn't intrest me. I took the shirt which was laying next to me. Cristiano's. I've been holding it for the whole time yesterday.
I unfolded it and read the text what he had written underneath his signature.
I'll remember you, forever.
Thanks for the amazing days.
Ps: You're a good kisser ;)
I smiled by reading it and held it close to me.
Thinking of him made me remind about Vincent. He must've expected I would let him know how my flight back was.
I quietly got up from my bed. I was still wearing my clothes from yesterday, so didn't need to change. I took my phone and my jacket and silently left my room. I tried to not make a sound.
I made my way to the front door and opened it slowly so it wouldn't make noise. I stepped outside and closed it carefully. Once outside I left for Vincent's. I really needed him.
Once I was in front of his house I didn't know if his mum and dad would be at home and I didn't want to scare them tho. I tried to climb to the window of his bedroom.
To my surprise it worked out. I tried to look into his room. It was dark but I could see him sleeping peacefully. It was hard to wake him up if you see him sleep like that.
I knocked on his window. But he didn't move. I knocked once again and he woke up in a shock looking around his room until he saw me. He frowned and got up quietly. He came to the window and opened it. I jumped into his room and hugged him.
" What are you doing here at this time? " he asked, pushing me away softly.
" I hate my parents " I said, looking down.
" You shouldn't hate them, they don't hate you "
" Vince, please, I came because I need you "
" What happened? " he asked, not caring if he was being loud or not.
" Who's at home? " I asked.
" I am "
" Only you? "
" Hmh " he nodded.
" I could've come through the front door then "
" Whatever, what happened? "
" I got home yesterday and Martin was there "
" Martin? "
