145 The Truth About Kirill

~Summer~

Getting to my room, I looked at the empty bedroom and Sebastien's desk, where he'd usually sit on the computer, and I felt a longing in my chest. I never knew I'd be attached to this man, but here I was, missing him.

If we weren't too tired, I would have requested that Winter spend some time in the living room, but we needed to shower and rest. The day had been hectic, and honestly, a little shut eyes would definitely help.

Exiting the bathroom, I decided to go to bed naked and get under the sheets. It was hard for me to fall asleep even though Sebastien's scent assaulted my senses. I was attached, and I knew it.

There was no denying it, and I doubt I would survive a heartbreak. I wondered how Winter was able to survive what Brandon did to her because I could imagine she must have felt this way about him; they were fated, after all. No wonder she became a closet drunk. I am glad my friend was able to kick the habit easily. I was beginning to worry for her. I am also grateful