NATALIA
The morning came surprisingly softly. The morning light spilled through the slightly opened curtains and hit the tangled sheets. My body felt sore and spent, yet I felt warm in a way I hadn’t felt in so long. A part of me wanted to stretch out the feeling, bury myself deeper into the bed, and linger in that dream where everything was still perfect. I was in his arms, embracing me, and his soft whispers in my ears, calling my name like it was his lifeline.
But the illusion broke when I turned my head and saw Tristan. He was still beside me, but was sitting at the edge of the bed, his bared back turned to me. he muscles on his shoulders is flexing in tension. I peeked a bit and he was gripping his phone tightly I’m starting to get afraid that it’ll shatter on his hold. His breathi
