บท 534: Chapter 37 : This Isn't the End

*Lena*

Another night with Xander. Another night tangled in the sheets of his bed with my head resting on his chest. Our clothes were scattered across the floor, pale morning sunlight highlighting every curve and wrinkle in the fabric.

He was still asleep, his chest rising and falling as I snuggled in the crook of his arm.

We’d be boarding the train tonight to an uncertain future.

I’d been up for a while, waking as the sun began to rise and cast long pink rays of light through the frost-covered windows. My heart was heavy. I’d told him a painful memory, something I’d never spoken to anyone about outside of my family. I’d been vague, but I’d expected my willingness to show him a side of myself no one else knew would open him up to me.

But he’d deflected, again. He’d pushed me and pushed me until I broke and then retreated, covering up his unwillingness to be open about who he really was with kisses.