|21 Years|
Reid is still in the hospital; he’s not waking up, and even though I know he’s the one I should be with, I use the keys he gave me and enter his apartment.
Everything is dark.
Other than the city lights streaming through the large window, there’s no sign of life.
Until I see him.
Right there.
Killian is leaning against the wall, vodka bottles scattered across the floor. His eyes stay fixed on the city; he doesn’t even look at me as my heels click across the floor.
“Are you drunk?” I ask, moving a little closer to him.
I want to see if he’s crying.
He didn’t at the cemetery.
His parents were buried today, and he didn’t shed a single tear.
I want to believe he cried his loss in solitude, where no one could see his weakness.
But nothing.
The closer I get, the clearer h
