Sixty Nine

Melody's POV:

I took my coffee and headed for a table to sit on. It was the nearest café I could find this early morning. Because I felt like I wouldn't be able to open my eyes even a little bit if I don't get coffee.

Especially since I had been busy all night between biology and stuff that concerned me. Which was a lot.

I took the sip of the very extra strong coffee. I didn't usually drink this. I didn't drink coffee either. Looking out from the transparent glass walls, I saw the basic view of early morning Orlando.

Most of the people hadn't even woken up yet. Except those who needed their coffee. Like me.

I took out my phone, looking at the screen. I don't know what I was looking at. I wanted to call Asher. But what would I say?

What you need to tell him!

I know I practically panicked back at the hospital in front of him. I still do when I think about that pill box. But would he even believe me? It sounded too irrational even to my own self.

He wasn't in that flashback. Did I even