A LIFE OF BLOOD, DARKNESS AND VIOLENCE
The soft rays of sunlight filtered through the half-drawn curtains, casting a golden glow over the room. The bed felt vast and cold without Lysander beside me. It wasn’t the first time I’d woken up to find myself alone, but the pang of disappointment hit just as hard every time.
He didn’t wake me up... again. I sighed, rubbing the remnants of sleep from my eyes, trying to shake the loneliness that lingered in the air.
I stretched across the sheets, my fingers brushing the cool, empty space where Lysander should have been. A small knot formed in my stomach, the kind that came from knowing things weren’t normal between us. Not when his world was filled with darkness.
The sound of footsteps interrupted my thoughts, and I glanced toward the door. Ly
