I woke up to Nìkolai’s strong arms around me. The sunlight was pouring in through the parted curtains of the balcony. I looked at the clock and saw that it was after 8 am.
The funeral would start at noon.
We would have to get dressed soon if we were gonna make it on time. But I just wanted to stay here where I felt safe. Where the pain wasn’t as suffocating.
In Nìkolai’s arms, everything felt alright.
I turned around and met his sleeping face. He looked so peaceful when he slept. I’m sure he was tired, considering he hasn’t been getting much sleep lately.
I stroked his face gently, remembering every detail of his rugged yet delicate features. I mean he was absolutely stunning, even with the scar that ran across the right side of his face.
How did I get so lucky?
I pulled the
