Chapter 11

"When you feel sad, it's okay. It's not the end of the world." - Mac Miller.

Faiths POV

A groan suprassed my lips while my eyes flutter due to the brightness from outside.

I fully opened my eyes and saw myself in my bed. I looked at the clock in my room and saw it was almost 5 minutes to 11.

How did I wake up late? Then my mind pictured on what happened between me and Andrew last night.

My hand instinctively went to my lips and brushed it. Did that really almost happened?

I looked back at the clock again and realized that I have been daydreaming for about 2 minutes.

I made my way to the bathroom and stripped down my pyjamas. I hopped into the shower and set the water to warm.

The water hit my hair and soon ran into my whole body.

Once I'm finished, I went to the closet and wore a t-shirt with some grey sweatpants.

I opened the door and peaked out to see if Andrew was outside.

When I saw he was nowhere in sight, I went to the dining room and saw food at the table. I think it's out bre