Nathan's POV
The bright moon hung low in the sky, round and exuding calm light, its silver glow filtered through the bedroom window. Everything felt still — not the sound of crickets, not cicadas — the wind was cool, and the world felt almost like it was holding its breath.
It was almost impossible to think that just a couple of hours ago, blood had been shed, people died, and the world wasn't so calm. Instead, it was filled with the cries and deathly screams of people battling for their lives.
The world had been nothing like this.
I lay curled in Derrick's bed. My head lay on his chest, listening to the rhythmic beating of his heart. In such an unpredictable world, this sound was the only thing that remained fixed — phlegmatic and, overall, calming.
His arms were wrapped around me like he was reluctant to let me go, even terrified of the possibility of me being stripped from him. His possession was quite charming.
