I lay awake in bed, waiting for him to return. It had only been fifteen minutes since he was gone, but I just felt weird. Maybe I didn't want to be left alone that day.
I also needed someone to switch the lights off, and I was too lazy to stand up.
The door opened, and I quickly glanced at him, as he entered.
"Can you get the lights?" I asked.
He froze for a second, after which he nodded. "Sure."
I frowned. There was something wrong. His shoulders were slumped, and his voice didn't hold the usual vigour.
Darkness surrounded us, and I was glad that the curtains on the window were black, and of a thick material. They barely allowed any light to pass through, leaving the room almost pitch black even during the day. The bed dipped beside me, and I could see the faint glow of his icy blue
