Ezra
I woke up earlier than usual.
Instead of immediately getting up and commencing with the first phase of my plan, I just stared at the ceiling for a few minutes.
I tried not to think about the strange sensation in my chest. It'd been three days since my fall out with Allen.
He hadn't sent for me.
Not yesterday. Not the day before either.
The memory of our argument came rushing back, and my chest tightened even more.
I rolled onto my side and stared at the empty space beside my bed.
Of course he hadn't called for me. Why would he?
Things had gotten ugly between us. I'd said things I probably shouldn't have said, and he'd finally had enough of my bullshit. Can't blame him though but it still hurts. But I had to. Allen's too much of a distraction and I can't let that get in the way of what I'm supposed to do.
The universe has given me a second chance at life, it's my responsibility to make a better life out of this one.
