Day Sixty-One…
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[ At Jane's Villa…]
Nathan was sitting on a sofa, his arms were folded over his chest while waiting for Jane. His eyes were fixed on the closed door of Jane's bedroom. She was currently taking a shower.
Nathan had been thinking about her. The way she teased him a while ago and her brave confession of her feelings toward him reminded him of someone— Abigail. Jane was acting like Abigail whom he used to know… the Abigail who could remember him.
Nathan slammed his eyes while rubbing the space in between his eyebrows. 'Perhaps, I am just missing Abigail so much that I tend to see her in Jane's persona.'
"Sigh." Nathan took a deep sigh. He was a little bit exhausted and his brain was making him more tired by just thinking about Jane and Abigail.
