Suddenly opening the door, Altair walked into the room, hands in his hair as I watched him slowly and carefully walk into the room.
He's pretty. Really, really pretty. And he seems like bad news to me. But I am still holding onto him, why is that? Do I really like him that much or is it just because he makes me feel like I am the first choice for him no matter what happens?
I don't know, I really don't. I have been in bed and in my own thoughts for far too long that I am not able to see and predict anything properly.
Just give me a week to recover and I will be fine. I should be fine.
"Orion?" Altair called, walking to me and immediately getting down to his knees so that he can sit on the ground beside me, looking me right in the eyes. "Are you feeling alright? I apologise for leaving you alone here. Was I gone too long?"
