★Nathan★
I spent most of Sunday evening walking from room to room in my apartment, checking everything for what had to be the tenth time. I knew I was being ridiculous, but I couldn’t stop myself. Every detail suddenly mattered. Every corner, every piece of furniture, every drawer that might hold something sharp, every blanket that might be too thin or too warm. It was my first week alone with Rebecca, and I wanted everything to be perfect. Her room was small compared to the rest of the apartment, but I had made sure it felt warm. Soft pastel walls, a few framed drawings that she had proudly shown me last time, and the new bed that I had practically built with my own hands yesterday. I smoothed the comforter again, then adjusted the stuffed rabbit she had picked out herself at the store.
