DRASA POV
There are mornings when the world doesn’t feel real.
When the sky is too blue, the sun too bright, and everything outside feels like a joke, a cruel one.
Like the universe is mocking you with beauty while your insides unravel.
Today is one of those mornings, I barely slept.
I woke up with the echo of his voice in my ears. The rasp of it, the weight. The way he’d said, “My girl.” Like I was something he could claim without permission.
My head was still spinning. It wasn’t just that he’d defended me, it was how.
Like something ancient had been clawing to get out of him and finally had.
If I could’ve pulled the covers over my head and vanished into the mattress, I would have.
The morning sun split through the curtains like a dagger, and I felt it right in the center of my
