Ronan's POV

The next morning was worse.

I woke up early. Checked on Elias through the connecting door between our suites.

He was still asleep. Curled up on his side. Face pale even in the dim light.

I let him sleep. He needed it.

Classes started at eight. By seven thirty, I was dressed and ready. Knocked quietly on his door.

No answer.

I opened it. He was awake. Sitting on the edge of his bed. Staring at nothing.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Just thinking."

"About?"

"Everything."

I sat ...