Samika's POV
I turn to the other side and witness the most beautiful sunrise ever. I know I should wake up but I don't want to. I want to sleep for another twenty four hours.
My phone rings and I raise my hand but wince. My palm is still not okay. Devon made sure he dressed it all up but the pain is still there.
I sliced my palm a little at first but they said the tradition is that the blood should drip down and onto the soil for at least two minutes. So I had to slice my palm twice and the third time a little deeper.
With my left hand, I grab my phone and I see it's Brent. I smile as I answer his call.
"Seriously? Are you going to stay there forever?" He asked as soon as I answered the call.
I laugh at his response but he huffs on the other end.
"I'll come soon, I promise" I
