His room is nothing like mine, rather, it is neat and orderly placed.The bed is perfectly made with a white bedspread, every corner properly tucked in tight.

His desk is free of dirt, and books are stacked in a tidy row. Some clothes are neatly folded on a chair, while the rest are hung on hangers.

I move next to his desk, my fingers brushing lightly over the top of the books. I pick one of them and open it. It contains everything about architecture, sketches, and other things I don't ...