Mirae:
Jace is on my bed, leaning against the window, his forehead pressed against the window. He’s gazing down at the window and as I stand in the doorway, holding two cups of coffee, I wonder what is going through his mind.
Is he thinking about Kyle?
Is he thinking about his family?
Is he thinking about me?
The last thought is so selfish, I mentally slap myself, how in the hell am I expecting him to think about when he has been in my house? Even though he feels so far away, like he’s here, but isn’t actually here.
It’s like I can hold his hand but I can’t reach him.
“Hey,” I say softly, snapping him out of his thoughts. He looks at me, that same dazed expression in his eyes. I pad across the floor, joining him on the bed, I drop the cup of coffee on the night stand. “You haven’t h
