One moment, I was drifting through the stairs to the upper levels, the next, I was standing in front of a closed door.
Not just any other door inside the New York Sanctum. Michael's.
My heart lugged at the thought of him. Though I knew that things between us were rough, perhaps over's a better word, but I couldn't help myself. After I realized that I forgot about him two times in the span of a single day, I knew that I should at least act or say something. The torment of not knowing was worse than the pain of a hundred demon bites. This cycle must be ended. I cannot live my life like this. There must be a reason why Michael is acting this way, and I, at least, deserve to know what it is.
A constricting feeling wrapped around my heart, and all of a sudden, I found it hard to breathe.
