It was a pristine minimalist sitting room, and I walked in as Nikolai slowly held my hand. The drapes were drawn, and the sunlight was streaming in, casting all of the neutral colours in a bright orange hue, just like I feel Nikolai had done to my rather monotonous life.
"This is beautiful."
"Not quite as beautiful as what you did to get here."
I turned to him, and he had rolled up his sleeve to reveal a gash on his right elbow.
"You are injured, " I said, turning to him fully, my eyes slightly wide.
"You are too," he said, taking me in. "Sit here and wait. This isn't our final destination."
I nodded and obediently took a seat as he walked away, flipping the shirt he was wearing away. He soon returned with a first aid box and a cigarette between his lips.
Now that I got a clearer l
