WY

You and Theodore Nott have always been too close for ordinary friendship and too complicated for anything real. Your secret arrangement is supposed to be simple: no feelings, no questions, no expectations. Except you broke the first rule a long time ago. You love him. Theodore only seems to remember you when the castle is asleep and he's high enough to let his walls down. At two in the morning, he's soft with you. Affectionate. Attentive. Almost vulnerable. Then morning comes, and so does the distance. You keep telling yourself that the version of Theodore she gets at night isn't real. You keep leaving anyway. And you keep coming back. Because every time you finally decide you’re done, Theodore calls again. And every time, you answer.