Chapter 11

　　She slept alone in his bed for that night. Only the cold breeze of the dark hugged her, reminding her of his absence. The next morning, she woke up alone once again. The empty room around her said so. 　　Where was he? She didn't know why but there was something in herself that was missing his face, his irritating smirk. She shook away the thoughts in disbelief. How come she felt this way about him? 　　She sat up and rubbed the sleep off her eyes. The sunlight brightened the gloomy room. She saw the bedroom doors on the floor, lying asleep and broken. It was exactly how she felt last night. The doors to the bathroom were on the floor as well, fallen and defeated. 　　This pretty much looked like a mess. 　　It wouldn't take a genius to `know they had a fight. Not the first one, might she add. He really needed some serious anger management. She exhaled a sigh in defeat. Standing up, she went to the bathroom and took a bath. 　　She felt like she was taking advantage of the situation. This was