I didn’t stay much around Mark after that night and especially avoided any chance to be alone with him. Not because of what he told me about how he turned the way he was, or because of what he was. I was… confused. My heart still bled for Adan, for a man I had never actually met, but sometimes, when I was alone at night, my mind drifted to the guy at the attic. The dead guy at the attic. Well, some particular parts of his anatomy didn’t seem dead at all, so…there was that. I was scared of myself in moments like this because it made everything I believed about myself sound extremely artificial and hypocritical.
As a result, I took the coward’s way and decided it was best to disappear from his radar. I went out after sunrise and bolted towards my room before sunset, taking advantage of his
