The Rules Of Silence
Thankfully, it is empty.
As I look around, I notice it isn’t merely empty; it looks unlived in. “Don’t you have a roommate?”
He smiles, but the smile resembles pain, not joy. “Nope.”
Everyone has to have a roommate. It’s one of Aton’s rules that no one should be alone. I can only grunt, “Hmm.”
I pluck the bottle from his grip, setting it on the table. The photo of me and Timothy kissing flashes in my mind, accusingly, and I push it away.
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