Dos’s Point of View
The world was quiet—except for the soft hum of waves outside the window and the steady rhythm of her breathing.
June was asleep beside me, curled slightly into herself, her face relaxed in a way that made my chest tighten. Her hand rested loosely over the thin sheet, fingers twitching slightly like she was dreaming. I didn’t dare move. I just sat there, barely breathing, memorizing her.
The way her lips parted just a little… the way the moonlight touched her skin like it, too, couldn’t stay away from her.
God, how do you walk away from something like this?
My chest ached. Not the kind of ache that hurt—but the kind that reminded you just how badly you were about to lose something that made you feel alive.
I knew I should sleep. But my mind wouldn’t shut up. Not to
