Cold breeze wafted in through the opened door of my balcony.
I'd kept it locked ever since that night Vasilis had shown up on it, covered in his own blood. But I left it open tonight because I felt like I needed to get over that incident, amongst all others.
I couldn't afford to add it to the list of traumatic memories in my head, especially because it was associated with Vasilis.
Besides, he was okay now. That was what mattered. I needed to stop feeling as though he would die every time he was away from me.
The cool, autumn evening breeze licked at the exposed skin on my arms, raising goosebumps all over it, and I turned over in bed to grab my phone from the night stand.
October 1st. 11:11pm.
A whole month had flown by right before my eyes. A whole four weeks. And somehow, I had not realized it.
