Taylor’s P.O.V.
I slowly woke up in bed, alone. Once I knew that I was able to open my eyes, I looked around the room, searching for Nico. The bed next to me felt cold, as if he hadn’t slept with me all night long, while I could have sworn that I had felt his arms around me last night. I used my ears, hoping to hear him in the bathroom. But it remained silent. I sighed, as I let myself fall back into the sheets, taking in his smell that was covering the fabric and the safety his blankets provided for me. Maybe he went out to get us some coffee like we had shared one yesterday morning before all this madness had even begun? I thought about everything that had happened and the way my brain still felt as if it was about to explode from getting too much information in such a short amount of t
