Pearl's POV
It's Sunday already, two days after I last saw Tate. Two days after I had done something that I still felt terrible for.
I don't know why I had to do it. I was at my parent's place since very early in the morning of yesterday.
I drove over to their place and got there as early as 6 30 am. I'm surprised that I could make it that early, however, I guess it's all because I couldn't sleep well as I was gilt ridden the entire night after what happened between me and Tate.
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Last Friday night...
I came home to find petals of red roses laid on the path leading from the elevators to my apartment and I was excited to see what was behind the closed doors as I smiled brightly before pressing on the doorbell.
Inside my apartment, I walked in to see how Tate had actually taken his time to decorate the living room with red rose petals and also lighted scented candles all lined up in a perfect heart shape.
