Mated at midnight
I turned over, hugging the pillow to my chest like it could absorb all the questions I didn’t have the guts to say out loud.
I miss him.
Eventually, my stomach bullied me into getting up—basic survival. Feed yourself before spiralling again.
I threw on a hoodie and headed downstairs. The house was so quiet, usually it's always peaceful, but this one was suffocating.
I needed to get out of here and Nocturne City ASAP.
When I got to the kitchen, Liam was already making something. “Good morning, Mr Harts,” he greeted me when he saw me.
“Good morning, Liam,” I greeted back. “Please just call me Jayden.”