A R I A
I blink awake to soft morning light slipping through the gap in my curtains, warm and hazy against the walls. For a second, I'm not sure what time it is, or what day it is, honestly, but then I turn over and see Soren lying next to me.
His arm is draped lazily over his eyes, his chest rising and falling in that slow, rhythmic way that tells me he's deep in sleep. It's strange. Not the fact that he's here—though that is rare—but the way the room feels. Still. Almost peaceful. No loud music. No yelling. No ghosted texts or awkward silences or wondering if I'm losing my mind because he disappears for nearly an entire day without a word.
Just... him. And me. And morning light.
It's honestly a little hard to process.
I sit up slowly, adjusting my bonnet and glancing at my phone fo
