Chapter sixty four: Mind being my plaything?

Bella’s POV

I rolled out of bed seeing it was quite early. My eyes subconsciously darted to the space beside me as though waiting for a miracle but my expectations only met disappointment as I stared at the empty sheets. It’s been like this for a week.

What’s happening to me? I used to be happy when he wasn’t around but now what? I’m actually missing him? Or is this just the guilt for how I reacted the last time?

My legs moved on their own accord and I found myself staring at the vanity mirror. I was beautiful as always, my gloomy eyes were a complete contrasts to my glowing skin that flowered by the fact I haven’t been out in days. I lazily made my way to the washroom but my steps slowed as the lingering memories clouded my head. “He must think I’m crazy” I breathed with a sad smile tugging my lips. “Maybe I am” I admitted while I took off my clothes and did justice to my appearance.

“F*ck!” I cursed, everything’s reminding me of him, when did I get so attached?

‘Urge!’ I groan