As I lay in bed, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. Priscoll and I had made up, and we had spent the night together, holding each other close.
The next morning, Priscoll woke me up early, his eyes shining with a warm smile.
"Good morning," he said, his voice soft and gentle. I smiled back at him, feeling a sense of happiness wash over me.
"Good morning," I replied, my voice still husky from sleep. Priscoll got out of bed and began to get dressed.
"I have to go," he said, his voice firm. "But I've prepared something for you to eat. It's in the kitchen." I nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards him.
"Thank you," I said, my voice sincere. Priscoll smiled and walked over to me.
