Did Nero see it?

********Blake POV*******

‘This was crazy,’ I thought, watching as Nero opened the closet, reached into it, took out all of his shirts, and stuff them in the suitcase.

A slight frown crossed my face, and then I chuckled, leaving the bed and walking over to him, complaining, “You need to fold your stuff before putting it in?”

Smiling slightly, Nero gave me that confused child look, and I sighed, getting down on my knees, taking all his clothes out before taking my time folding up each piece of clothing in turn, tucking them properly, and putting them back into the suitcase.

My brain still had not registered that Nero was serious, even though it has been two weeks since I told him I wanted to leave this place and he agreed, and all he has been doing is getting our paperwork ready and preparing a passport for me since I didn't have one.

Today was the date on our tickets and at seven o'clock, this evening is our departure time, and still, I was finding it hard to believe that Nero was