SEVENTEEN
It feels a lot like I screwed up the next morning, as the sun’s too bright, the day already half-gone and having gotten away from me as I struggle to make sense of the time, and my place in it.
Right, so Elena never came home, and I’m alone in the apartment and I can’t get her to make me something delicious for breakfast.
I’ll be alone forever if I keep this up…
I sigh loud and long since no one can hear me, spreading my arms and legs out in my bed, taking up as much space as possible, nearly throwing my laptop off the mattress, and hence my precious John Wick.
I’m able to keep it from falling completely onto the floor and I’m taking that as a good omen that everything will be all right, that everything’s going to be fine.
Russia just needs to make up his mind.
Who does he
