It was very late at night, and I couldn’t sleep. Zion lay on the other end of the bed, keeping his distance from me because he thought that was what I needed when it was the opposite right now.

My eyes admired the moon that shone into the room from the open window, illuminating the room and making my dead skin glow.

I shuffled a bit backwards towards Zion, itching for a bit of comfort that his presence brought me. I needed more than he was giving; I wanted him to hold me, love me, and ...