“I will be sad when you leave, josdo,” Edin eventually said into the darkness, his voice rumbling through the mattress and into my bones. My throat went tight. Fuck. Why that? Why did he have to say that? “I…” My voice shook. “I’ll be sad to leave you too, scratch,” I got out hoarsely. His head turned on the pillow to look at me, big eyes gleaming in the moonlight. “Will we be able to meet up? To see each other again?” I swallowed. “I don’t know if it’ll be possible, scratch.”
