Unfortunately for him, Malorie is constantly on edge.
Her decisions not to sleep under the same blanket as he does and his gift is usually piled up between their bodies when he wakes up rather than covering her body in some way. It makes him feel excused; as if she’s there because she has nowhere else to go.
The weekend was a painful forty eight hours of quiet, only to be disrupted by the sounds of running water when either of them got up to use the bathroom or for the continuous rustling through her note book to go back and add work to her paper.
William noted just how off she seemed in so many delicate ways and how eerily silent she could be despite all of it. He thought back to himself and how it hurt to be shoved so far away. His eyes roved the apartment each and every time he got
