It was dawn, but Kira had not slept. She was sitting on the bedroom floor with her face swollen from crying. She screamed, knocked over shelves, broke objects... But she remained locked in the room. Her head hurt, her body looked like it was about to give up on her, but she couldn't sleep. How could Nichol do this to her? After so many horrible things, she was upset with herself for still being able to be surprised by him. It was like he had died, but worse than dealing with his absence was dealing with a version of him that she didn't know - or at least she never thought she knew. He said he would burn the world for her, he never said that fire wouldn’t consume her as well.
Kira heard the door open and got up from the corner of the wall she had been sitting on for hours. It wasn't Nichol
