Chapter 016
Niklas' POV
I can't get my hands to stop shaking. The tremble creeps up my arms and settles in my chest like a living thing, even after I stuff them into my pockets. Something frightened me.
I always see her face when I close my eyes.
I remember the way she gazed at me on the evening that Jonas returned home.
Wanting, hurting, and scared.
As if she wasn't sure if she should run into me or away from me.
I am unable to sleep at the moment. I never even try. My room is too damn heavy, too dark, and too quiet; it feels like a cage. Until I can no longer stand it, I sit on the edge of my bed, bouncing my leg and counting heartbeats.
2:13 a.m.
Red and ruthless, the clock blinks back at me.
Ignore it.
I grab the hoodie—the one that smells like her, the one she still wears w
