Nikolai didn't say a word to me anymore, and he finished fixing his hair so it would fall back in light waves. I watched him, almsot like I was intoxicated, fixed in a certain time and place where only he and I could exist.
He soon finished, then walked away, and I saw him walk out the door. I bit down on my lip. He didn't seem angry or anything, but like the gap between us that had been bridged by last night and this morning had just opened up again. The thought alone felt like a stab in my chest
A knock came on my door, and I turned to it, just as it opened, and Matthew walked in, a big smile on his face.
"You're ready," he said, laughing. "What do you think of my fit?"
He was wearing a black shirt, styled exactly like something I knew Nikolai would wear.
"Reminds me of your brothe
