Dominic remained his brooding version of himself for a long time.
Of course, he tried to hide it and act like everything was alright, but I knew better. For the first week I pretended I didn't see anything, but finally, my thin thread of patience snapped and asked. And, of course, he told me nothing was going on.
I knew he lied. I also knew it was probably the first time he ever lied to me. But I didn't say anything more.
Until the day I saw his hands.
We were sitting on his bed - I still refused to sit my ass on their couch - watching a movie on his laptop when he reached out to take one of my hands in his. Instinctively, I looked down at our intertwined fingers and froze.
Dominic's knuckles were bruised, in some places even torn open. I could see it even in the dim light coming from
