Gianna.
I woke up feeling lighter, there was still this ounce of heaviness in my chest but it felt… lighter.
Not gone. Not healed. Just shifted. Like something heavy had been moved slightly off-center, no longer pressing directly on my lungs. I lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, letting myself breathe without rushing the feeling away.
I sat up rubbing my eyes and then his smell hit me.
I was still in his hoodie.
My fingers curled instinctively into the fabric as my brain scrambled to catch up. I looked around, slowly processing everything. My room. My bed. My window. Morning light.
I was already back in my room, did he bring me back?
Obviously.
The thought made my chest tighten in a way that wasn’t painful. Just… full.
I stood up and went to shower, yesterday's event
