in slow motion, and even the birdsong sounds like an old song. Nico woke up with his body numb, but rela

was still warm. How long had he gotten up? He stretched his neck, listened to the

e. She was wearing one of his shirts, barely buttoned. Normally

am

t start, as if h

thout turning around

he cup that was already poured

a little t

woke up early.

was a kind of new distance in the way he moved. He couldn't put it into words, but he fel

e a bad drea

nd she seemed to want to say some

ng imp

r closeness. Camila didn't move away, but her b

aid, resting his head on her shoulder. "That guy has a lot of

" she replied,

was paler than usual. And her eyes, though they

what's

as like watching someone wea

u fell asleep so quickly last night, I was

owly, still

at least he thou

en something happened to her, she said it. But this was di

ding someth

hadn't planned it, but as he said

d gripped the cup tighter than nec

ness that hurt more than any scream

ice... it

someone had just dragged a fingernai

ed to be relaxed. "If you want to tal

expression. Guilt. Nico felt it like a punch. But before he could say anything el

n the kitchen, hold

omething happened, an

ft. The sound of her footsteps had faded. An

co had never doubted

rting to regret having suggested to