/Daisy’s POV/
I stayed in bed for several minutes while staring at the last text message I got from Ember which I’m able to do as I brushed my hands over my phone searching for any future text but there was none from him. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to have you in my arms again, I like you, Daisy. Goodnight”. I still haven’t replied him, the chat reads 23 hours ago and in an hour. It’ll be a day. I can’t stop wondering how he’s doing with the news of Amber being alive but most importantly, how am I doing? I don’t like to think about it but Amber being alive doesn’t just affect Amber or the rest of his family.
I sighed and turned around in bed while trying to control my rampaging thoughts but every now and then my thoughts would drift to Ember. How he held me that day, the way it felt
