Chapter 88
Ciel
I hate this.
Not being able to talk to him. Not looking at him without feeling the weight of everything we're avoiding. Not the silence that's been living between us like some stubborn ghost.
We need to talk.
Soon.
But… not now. Nolan's got online classes. So… later.
At least that's what I keep telling myself.
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"Ciel!" Jack's voice cuts through the house like some chaotic herald of bad decisions.
He tells me to come out to the balcony, but when I step outside, he's nowhere in sight.
The air is warm, the ocean stretched out beyond the glass railing like it's mocking me with how calm it is.
A few minutes later, the sliding door opens again.
Nolan steps out.
"Oh. Hey," he says softly, rubbing the back of his neck like he always does when he's unsure of what to do with his hands. Or himself.
"Hi," I reply. And then the door clicks.
We both turn at the same time.
Jack.
