The fresh, citrus scent envelops you in the clean sheets and soft blankets. Your body recognizes the routine, the sounds, the smells, the warmth behind yours.

You and Zoya had a complicated relationship, you were both very stubborn and Zoya didn't really know how to control her jealousy. It wasn't like you guys fought all the time, but there were disagreements.

But Zoya loved you, like she had never loved anyone in her life before. She would kill and live for you, and nothing anyone said could make Zoya go against you.

When you broke up three weeks ago, Zoya was devastated but was so stubborn that she didn't say anything or try to backtrack. The breakup was stupid, one wrong sentence, one wrong gesture and you decided it would be better..

Needless to say, it was no use. Zoya cried quietly, never in front of anyone, she pretended to be fine; meanwhile you avoided her like she was the plague.

On the day Zoya didn't have to teach any new Grisha, she went out drinking with some friends and found you talking to a woman she'd never seen before. After a few drinks, she finally walked up to you and started to make questions. You ended up in the hallway of the place, and suddenly everything became a blur in your mind.

Your head hurts as you turn over in bed, and you have a vague memory of Zoya whispering "I love you" in your ear, the drunken, clumsy kisses and your fingers tangled in her hair.

You move, slightly motioning to get up but Zoya arms hold you tight.

No, don't go. It's early and you haven't even had breakfast, I don't have training today. Zoya whispers, Going against the stubborn part of her brain that made her let you go, she swallows her pride once again deciding that it's not worth letting it win again.