Chapter 7

"They say it’s better to bury your sadness in a graveyard or garden that waits for the spring to wake from its sleep and burst into green."-Conor Oberst

Faiths POV

"Andrew"

"Go away Faith." He said angrily.

"Why are you acting like this?" I asked.

"You're the one who did it to me first? Breaking my fucking heart you piece of whore." He said.

"Why don't you believe me? Do you not trust me?" I asked him.

"Why would I believe someone like you?" He said to me before he turned around and left me.

I woke up in shock. Another dream. I looked around and realize I'm not in my bedroom. It was a fancy one. Where am I?

The door burst open and there stand Andrew.

"You're awake." He said coming close to me. "How are you feeling?" He asked me.

"I'm fine." I reassured him.

When he came close to me, I realize he has a scar beer his mouth. That wasn't there when we were dating. Something irked in me to ask where he got that.

"Andrew." I called. "Yes?" He responded. "Where did you get that scar near you