I woke up the next morning, a faint headache banged through my head. I saw that I was still on the couch, but there was a blanket over my body. A soft knitted blanket. I ran my fingers through it, the softness was comforting.
Sunlight shone through the thin curtains and hit my eyes. I looked around the room. It was exactly how it was a few days ago. Cold and impersonal. Completely Jaden's.
I heard someone bustling about in the kitchen and I stood up. An elderly lady was there in the kitchen, she hummed to herself as she fixed a semblance of breakfast.
My stomach rumbled at the aroma, and it reminded me that I hadn't eaten anything since yesterday. The woman turned at the sound of my tummy, and she immediately smiled at me.
“Ohh dear, hungry, are we?” She said warmly.
“Hello ma'am. Who
