Maddox's POV
"At least leave a few books here," I whisper looking at the emptied book shelf. Zelda packed everything. Now that I see, this doesn't feel like my room anymore. It's hers and she let me live in it.
"Why?" She asks zipping up, probably the last of her luggage.
"I don't know. Maybe a hope that one day you will definitely be back?" I ask her back and she frowns as she walks towards me.
She throws her arms around my shoulder and pulls me closer to her. I bury my face in the nape of her neck and inhale her cinnamon scent. I can never get enough of this. The skin ship. Her scent. The way we always seem to pull each other closer to one another.
Why does life have to be this bitchy towards us?
"I'll be back even with or without leaving anything here," she whispers and I ju
