Author's POV Jay had left the room, while Amy was left with her thoughts. She laid back on the bed, clueless about what to do next. Her hands fisted her hair, frustrated; it was the first time that she wasn't able to read him, not knowing his intentions or what he felt. She didn't know how to seek his forgiveness. She looked around the room, noticing the interiors. She realized it had been months since she had last visited his room. It was always him who would invade her room and stay with her. She craned herself towards the table