My tattoo means nothing

**EMILY’S POV**

I woke up this morning, with Alexander nowhere to be found.

I glanced around my room and noticed that almost all of his stuff, asides from his scent, no longer laid discarded on the floor like they did last night.

He had left. Just as he always does.

He slipped in and out at will but he never stayed too long. I wish he could. I wish we could stay together forever.

Perhaps, I was thinking too much and hoping on forever which was looking somewhat surreal.

Sighing, I rolled off my bed with only one aim in mind, and that was the fact that I needed to train.

I rushed to the bathroom to have my bath, and a few minutes later, I walked out of my closet wearing a blue loose-fitting dungaree and a black pair of ankle boots.

I stepped out of the room towards the training field.

“Hi, I am late!” I shouted to Malcolm as soon as I got to the open field.

It was a few minutes past 6:00 AM by the time I got there, and our initial planned time used to be 4:30 am.

“You are not late.” He