MICHAELS POV
I had tried not to pay attention to the way I was feeling with hopes that the feelings would eventually disappear, but I couldn’t have been more wrong about that. Anaiah was haunting me, and the worst part of it all was that I didn’t have anything that could remind me of her or even make me closer to her. I even went to what was her former room with hopes of getting something that used to belong to her but it was cleaned out the day I announced that it was gone and the room now belonged to someone else. I knew that I had no one but myself to blame for everything that was happening, I had been so eager to get rid of her because I didn’t think that there was even a slightest possibility of me ever missing her. I had made sure that everything that had any trace of her was gotten
