I KNOW HIM

GREG:

“Good night,” Nicholas whispered and I clutched the jumper to suppress my desperation.

I didn’t want it to be a good night. I wanted him to lie beside me, hold me, and maybe, do it with me. Yet I was too unsure to say it.

I listened to his footsteps walking out of the greenhouse, and after a few minutes, I heard splashes from the lake.

The movement of the water told me he was having a late swim. I could tell it wasn’t because of his prone to water and swims, but his little way of avoiding me, of wanting me to sleep ahead.

I understand he needs time alone. His sister is the only meaningful thing to him in this clock frame. But I want him with me. I yearn for his touch.

He may want the same, whereas it would be a freak denial to act blind to how important Elena is to him and his subtle to think of nothing else.

He stole for her. He wanted nothing but to save her, and that is what I should do before heeding my desires.

“Gregory!” Mum answered on the first beep.

“Mum.”

“What is going