The next day,

Dylan’s pov,

I walked out of my bedroom, with my working bag in my hand.

“Priya, get me my breakfast”. I said, but the reply I got was complete silence.

That made me go to her room. Upon opening the door, realization hit me hard in the head. I had forgotten she had left the house.

“What am I doing?”. I muttered in disbelief and massaged my temple. But, the longer I stared at the room, I couldn't help but feel a bit guilty.

How was a person able to ...