The fact that Zanthus avoided me for a little over a week worried me immensely. I feared that we were moving backwards again. One step forwards, two steps back.
I drank a cup of coffee is I sat at the kitchen counter. I overthought Zanthus and I again. He was stoic and closed off. Every night when he would come to the cabin, it was the same routine. He'd come and greet me, kiss me on the forehead, and that was it. He'd split away from me; and we'd spend the rest of the night separated. I couldn't help but feel lonely.
But I also understood why Zanthus kept his distance. He had killed his childhood best friend. And even though he may not have spoken kindly to Claudia, or thought kindly of her, he still cared about her on some level. She was all he had through his younger years, and even t
