MERRIELYNN.
I watched Cormac as he slept, the soft rise and fall of his chest almost hypnotic.
His face was so peaceful, far from the sharp and closed-off expression he wore when he was awake. His lips were slightly parted, and there was something almost boyish about him in that moment, as if all the weight he carried disappeared when he slept.
I stayed seated for a long time, just watching him, my thoughts drifting in circles.
Eventually, I stood and moved quietly around his apartment.
It felt strange, almost intrusive, but I couldn’t help my curiosity.
His home was minimalistic, with sparse decorations on the walls.
There were a few framed art pieces, but nothing personal. No family photos or memories of any kind, just abstract images that didn’t give anything away. It was like hi
