Sometime that night I fell asleep, laying beside Nic in his bed. I knew laying next to a dead body was not normal but I just couldn't find it in myself to leave his side. I was afraid that if I left his side he would disappear. I needed to be here and protect him like he protected me.
I still held onto hope that he would come back to me. Even though it was false hope it was still hope. It was still hope.
The next morning I woke up with a start. Yawning I stretched out my arms before pushing myself into a sitting position. I looked to my right and my heart dropped. The balcony doors weren't there, this wasn't my room. And if this wasn't my room that meant I was in Nic's. That meant he was dead.... yesterday happened.
I turned my head to the left to look at Nic only his body wasn't there
