Ella
The morning started like any other—chaotic. But today, something was off.
Aidan and Nikolai were acting strange. Not their usual annoying, teasing, loud selves. No, today, they were quiet. Too quiet.
Normally, Aidan would have already thrown a pillow at my head for waking up late, and Nikolai would’ve made some sarcastic comment about how my bedhead was a disgrace to humanity. But today? Nothing.
I sat up in my bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. My hair was an absolute mess, sticking up in random directions. I yawned, stretched, and looked around the room.
“Morning,” I muttered, testing the waters.
Aidan, who was pulling on a shirt, didn’t even glance at me. Nikolai was still sprawled on his bed, his dark hair a tangled mess. He was always the last to wake up, but ev
