Demetri drove through the deserted streets at three in the morning, the world bathed in the eerie glow of streetlights. The silence outside mirrored the weariness within him. His hands gripped the steering wheel, even as his mind wandered dangerously.
As he entered the silent home, his eyes automatically scanned the corner where he usually found Nora. But of course, she must be asleep an the place was dark. His shoulders slumping, he trudged towards his own room, intent on not going to Nora tonight. It was an unspoken rule between them. If they'd been together then they would sleep in Nora's bed, if not, they would simply sleep in their own respective beds.
However, his feet seemed to have a mind of their own. Lost in his own thoughts, he found himself standing over her bed, looking down at her peaceful sleeping form. It made him feel detestable. Everything had been so clear when he had found Nora. Why did he have to change the rules to his own game?
