I stood outside his door for a full minute, listening to the silence and gathering the courage to knock. Nothing stirred, and after another minute of contemplation, I tried the doorknob. It let me in easily.
The room was flooded in moonlight.
In the silence and the heavy calmness of night, the messy room looked almost picturesque; everything was where it was meant to be. There was meaning to the chaos. There was a reason for the destruction.
Elijah was fast asleep on his bed. His lips were parted slightly, an arm thrown carelessly over his eyes. I saw his easy breathing, the drowsy tangle of his limbs.
Something poked my heart; like a ghostly finger toying with my feelings.
I quietly shut the door behind me, and crossed the sea of puzzles and books on his floor, careful not to trip ov
