Juliette:
The light streaming through the window pulled me from sleep.
I blinked slowly, the world gradually coming into focus as I realized I was still curled up on the couch in Cole’s apartment. His hoodie still clung to me, soft and warm, and the blanket he’d thrown over me last night was twisted around my legs. It was quiet—peacefully, eerily quiet. No loud dorm doors slamming, no chatter, no reminders of the chaos I’d left behind.
Just stillness.
I sat up, stretching the stiffness from my limbs. Every muscle ached like I’d been holding tension in my sleep, clinging to the wreckage of everything that had happened.
But I was breathing.
I was still here.
On the coffee table sat a folded note in Cole’s handwriting.
*Went for a run. Coffee’s on. Be good to yourself today. – C*
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