DAMIEN
The house was quiet when I returned late at night.
Missy was asleep when I stepped into the room.
I decided to visit Nicho. I hadn’t spoken to him in a while, and I couldn’t help but long for him. I didn’t fight those feelings without hesitation I left the room.
I tiptoed down the hallway, ensuring I wasn’t heard.
As I approached his door, memories of our time together rushed back.
I smiled faintly, recalling the night on the terrace when we had been startled by a noise. We believed someone was spying on us but realized it was just a squirrel snooping around in the shadows.
I knocked softly on Nicho’s door, waiting for him to respond. When there was no answer, I knocked again, a little louder this time.
I turned the doorknob slowly and peeked inside. The room was dark and
