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LILY'S POV

I turned to the side, feeling my hands on the bed. It was a bit cold, as though someone had left the place for a few minutes. I knew that he was not there.

I opened my eyes and saw that the bed was empty. I was the only one on it, and I could not help but sigh. It felt so empty and alone.

I wondered why he always left every time we finished having sex. Every time I wake up, after sex, I always find myself lying on the bed alone, like no one was ever there.

I didn't quite understand why he hated physical touch. He was just complicated, and I was finding it hard to understand him.

There are certain things he liked and disliked that were so out of the ordinary. I wondered what kind of person he was.

I felt lazy to get out of bed, not after the rigorous exercise. I turned around, lying on my back, staring at the ceiling.

If only things were as simple as they used to be, then, I would not be trying to kill my feelings for someone I love.

I decided to get off the bed and take a