Chapter 012
Niklas' POV
I had trouble falling asleep.
It was far too quiet in the flat. Too motionless. Too bare.
She had stopped laughing. She never finished her tea, and she never remembered to switch off the bathroom light. The couch still supported the curve of her weight, even though it was cold now. It was chilly everywhere.
I took her letter back and sat on the floor.
I had opened it so many times that the edges were soft. Deeper creases. My fingers smudged the ink a little. I already knew what it said. I already understood every word. Nevertheless, I persisted in reading, thinking that perhaps she would return if I committed it to memory. It felt as though my eyes were empowered to rewrite it.
Maybe I could pretend it didn’t sound like goodbye.
Why I waited so long is beyon
