One Room One Bed

- Nikolai Volkov

After Damon announced he was going to check on Alexei, Dimitri and I remained in the living room, the silence between us growing thick but not uncomfortable.

It wasn't the suffocating kind of silence that had been lingering between us these past few days—it was different.

Softer. A shared understanding that words weren't needed right now.

After a while, Damon came downstairs to make some lunch for Alexei, he did let us know that Alexei was going to be okay and that he was sleeping right now,

But we are still worried about him.

I glanced at Dimitri that is sitting next to me.

He was slouched on the couch, his usually sharp, confident demeanor dulled by the weight of everything that had happened today.

His shoulders were hunched, his face drawn, and his eyes—those piercing blue eyes—looked far too heavy for someone who usually carried himself with such ease.