|Apr 7th 2014||62 notes|
The sun radiated through the talk glass windows,warming my skin,waking me up from my slumber. I stretched sitting up and I instantly regretted it . My back was aching in the worst ways. I knew I shouldn’t have slept on the couch but I was hoping Chris would’ve came home last night so we could have talked things out but by the looks of it he never did .
Reaching over on the end table I grabbed my phone dialing his number for the hundredth time. As the phone rang I prayed he would answer just so I could hear his voice and know that he was alright .