God, god, what do I do after all this survival?
-Traci Brimhall.
|Z Y R A|
The penthouse was strangely calm in the morning, or maybe, I am in the kitchen early today. But, nonetheless, it is uncomforting.
I am wearing Nicolas' shirt that reaches my mid thighs, thanks to our height difference. I am not short by any means, if anything I am above average height for girls but Nicolas is just so disgustingly tall that he manages to make me seem like a tiny woman with ridiculously small height. His shirt is loose around my body but it doesn't matter, I do not owe any single comforting piece of cloth like his shirts.
With my coffee in my hands, I headed back to his room to spend my morning with myself, since Nicolas is still sleeping. He stays up with me for as long he can so, I let him s
