Morning light streamed through the windows…soft, golden, but everything felt unnaturally still.
Dylan moved around the small kitchen, pouring himself a cup of coffee.
Since when does he drink coffee? It appears that over time, it's like he is starting to act more like a human.
Strange.
I leaned against the counter, pretending to scrub the wall. Pretending I wasn’t watching him. Pretending everything was fine.
He smiled at me once, briefly, before sipping his coffee. I smiled back, lips stretched tight, holding together all the questions I didn’t ask last night.
Now he was slipping on his shoes, adjusting the hem of his shirt… It’s just a normal day, but… it just felt distant.
The silence between us wasn’t loud. It was worse… it was careful.
We exchanged harmless words.
What time
