Morning came slowly, like the light itself was reluctant to enter the house. The rain had stopped sometime in the night, but the sky remained heavy and grey, the kind that made every sound echo sharper, more noticeable.August stirred in bed, the sheets cool against his skin. He reached out instinctively to the other side, but the space was empty. Cold. His chest tightened before he even opened his eyes.Sebastian hadn’t come to bed.He sat up, rubbing the back of his neck as fragments of last night replayed in his head the car ride, the silence, the argument that had unraveled them both. The words he had thrown, the look on Sebastian’s face when he said them. It all sat like a weight in his chest.Dragging himself out of bed, August padded barefoot down the hall. The house was quiet, too quiet. He found Sebastian in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, a cup of black coffee in his hand. He looked like he hadn’t slept, dark shadows beneath his eyes, his hair a little disheveled.
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