Callum
There was a crack in my window frame.
Tiny, hairline, like a splinter of moonlight wedged into the glass. I’d spent twenty minutes staring at it.
The dorm was still. Thomas snored like he was dying in slow motion. I’d shoved earbuds against my ear. Didn’t help.
Technically, I didn’t need a roommate. The school offered me a private suite, perks of my family name. But it got quiet, too quiet. So I asked Thomas to move in. Easier to reach him for council meetings, anyway.
Though, I never asked if he liked it. Maybe he didn’t. Maybe he felt like he couldn’t say no.
I glanced at his side of the room. For someone so sharp in class, he slept like he’d been hit by a truck. Loud as one too.
But I’m good at tuning things out. Comes easy when you grow up listening to your parents fight
