AMELIA POV
I hear his office door open around 1AM.
Can't sleep anyway. Too much circling in my head. The paintings. The crying. His face when I walked away.
I shouldn't go to him. Should stay in this guest room and build my walls higher.
Instead, I find myself walking down the hallway.
He’s at his desk. Laptop glowing. Dressed in plain pajamas. He looks exhausted.
“I can’t sleep,” I say from the doorway. “I feel like running away from this house.”
He looks up. “From me?”
“From the walls. The silence,” I step inside. “From thinking too much about everything.”
A brief pause.
“Do you want to run?” he asks.
"Every second I'm in this house." I sit in the chair across from his desk.
He leans back. Studies me. "You should try to sleep."
"Nah…Can't sleep. Too many memories."
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