Niklaus Wade
I reach up and grasp a soft grey pillow that matches the bedding of the queen sized mattress and clutch it tightly to me, laying on my side now as I look at the wall. Gnashton definitely hates me now. I ran away from him like an i***t even though he told me not to. He's going to be angry with me, hate me, want completely nothing to do with me If he doesn't already.
I'm such a shitshow. My eyes catch Elliot as he walks to the other side of the room where there's a lounge with two square shaped chairs and a rustic brown coffee table. A sketchbook lays on top as decor I assume, beside it is a jar with markers inside and gel pens. Elliot picks up the book and a black gel pen, my favorite type of pen. He knew me so well. I watch Elliot as he comes back to the bed whe
