Ethan;
I sit on the edge of my bed, with my elbows resting on my knees, while staring at nothing in particular.
My room is clean. Too clean, actually. Not the chaos it was last night. Aurelian must have had someone come in earlier. Or maybe he did it himself. I don't know.
There's a glass of water on the bedside table. I don't remember putting it there, but now I feel parched.
My fingers hover over it for a moment and then pull back. There's so much going on inside me right now, I'm not sure I want to add any more sensations to the list.
My head feels heavy. Not painful.
Just… slow.
Like my thoughts are moving through a thick void.
Everything feels miserably slow, and I feel even slower.
A soft knock at the door breaks through my thoughts, and I can smell her before I see her.
Not her pheromones, but the perfume she always wears. Strawberry candy scent.
Before I can answer, the door swings open, and I turn to it.
"Ethan—"
