SHAWN

It was a week since Anya moved out and I still missed her. I felt so lonely I kept asking Jackson to sleep over.

I opened my eyes and groaned. The light was shining in bright through the window. He was staring at me.

“Morning,” I said and smiled.

He didn’t say anything, just kept looking at me.

“What?” I said curiously.

He sighed and got up.

I watched him walk around. He stopped in front of the bed.

“You know, you called her name.”

“What?” I asked.

“In your sleep. You called her name.”

I opened the covers and sat up resting my head in my hands.

“I’m sorry,” was all I could muster.

“I should’ve known...

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