t was wrong. For over two hours, I lay awake, restless. My phone had already gone off, but I could tell the time from the bedside table clock. Maybe the problem was that the bed was too big

rning. Maybe if I were in my own

asn't going to help, so I decided to look for Lucien. I had seen him enter a room earlier and thanks to my curiosity, I had pee

ng the one at the far end. I wasn't sure why I was tiptoeing-I think I didn't want to wake him. If he was asleep,

continued. I looked around to confirm the room. I tiptoed back to my room to double-check. Was there someone else in the hous

n enter that exact room

reaked open. Apparently, it hadn't been locked. I peeped inside. My eyes scanned the be

ci

into the room, walking as gently as possible. I thought maybe he was crying

before. What could be hurting him so deep

Just more sobbing. I began to worry. Had so

ng. It was a dumb question, I know. Of course, he wasn

If we weren't strangers, maybe I would've asked what was wrong. But we barely knew each other. I didn

ke long to see the kitchen earlier. On my way back up, I w

the bed, head down, hands over his face. I

said gently, offering it t

helpful. I wasn't sure if I'd watched too many movies, but water always seemed lik

t move. I quietly placed the

," I said and t

were around my waist-he was hugging me from behind

se?" His voice was so

sides, we don't even know each other; what If he misinterpreted it? I was torn between leaving the room immediately and giving in. This man ha

und him. It had been so long since I'd held an

y inside," he whis

ol it anymore... I don't know wha

is pain is open. All I cou

e okay... Lucien,"

....you will be fin

ow, it was my turn. If he needed a sho

o. I have been bottling up things, If someone gave me hugs like