#Chapter201
/"You look beautiful, neonata,/" he says, almost as though he can read my mind. I swallow hard as the lump of emotion threatens to rise through my throat at the fact that he always knows.
Is there another human being alive so effortlessly in tune with me? Who always says just what I need to hear?
/"I look tired and awful,/" I reply quietly. /"I haven’t been sleeping a whole lot lately./" I bring my hands to the hem of the cozy long jumper dress, fiddling with the soft wool, and chew my lip. Now I’m here beside him and ready to get this out I don’t know what to say or how to say it; I don’t even know what I want.
/"Makes two of us./" His voice is lighter and without looking up I can tell he’s staring at me with his beautifully gorgeous green eyes.
God, I miss him so much.
