Time's a shady little thing—dragging its feet when you're watching it, then sprinting the moment you look away.
The next few days blurred together in a messy streak, and before Aegon even had the chance to catch his breath… it was already the day of the party.
It was a Friday afternoon after classes as he sat on the edge of his bed with his fingers intertwined and his feet heavy against the floor.
There was way too much pressing down against him and things were too... Chaotic.
He glanced over at Quinn. Sprawled on her unkempt bed as her face positioned down into the pillow still snored loudly.
Things had been rather salty between them ever since he told the entire they were in a non-monogamous relationship.
He thought her punching him would fix things, but it appeared to only be a momentary patch.
Tilting his head slightly upward to the harsh glare of the sun, yet that wasn't what hurt— it was more now what the sun represented— Nightwalker.
