Allison's POV

I pushed the door to his room, and he turned quietly to me. His eyes, blank and glassy, picked me. As if he hadn't seen me, he swept his head back from me to the world beyond. He stood on the balcony, quiet, and glanced off into the night.

I moved one foot in, and the other hung up halfway. I shouldn't just go in, I shouldn't. I know of absolutely nothing to say to him, know of nothing to console him. And I don't think there was anything I could do to fix that blankness and ...