My eyes fluttered open to familiar dim lights above me. I noticed the soft lavender paint that coated my bedroom walls.
Family photos of when my siblings and I were younger adorned my walls, along with the tacky decorations I hung around my room all those years ago.
I may have grown up, but I chose not to change a thing here. Our vacation house in Italy was like a second home to me.
I have fond memories here—lots of them.
I moved my heavy limbs, feeling like I was being weighed down by concrete.
“You’re awake.” A familiar voice whispered next to me.
Simón leaned in and penetrated my soul with his mesmerizing blue eyes. His once perfectly dark hair was now a mess, with strands falling in many different directions.
He reached out and placed a cold-wet cloth on my forehead, cool
