~Reo’s~

"She wants to run... but I’m the one who can't escape."

Reo can’t sleep.

He tosses, turns, yanks the blanket off, then pulls it back again like it’s the problem. He stares at the ceiling fan slicing air above his head as cold sweat runs down the curve of his back. His breath is shallow, biting. His hand keeps twitching near the nightstand, but his phone sits untouched. It’s been hours since Jennie yelled at him. And hours since she didn’t text. Or call.

Again.

He sits up.

Walks to the bathroom.

Brushes his teeth. Again. The bristles dig into his gums like punishment. He spits blood into the...