ARIA
I wake up alone. For half a second, I don’t panic. I’m warm. The sheets still smell like him. The city hums faintly beyond the windows, alive and indifferent.Then I remember. Lucas. Sebastian.
Everything that happened last night kept on replaying. The way Dante looked at dawn — already halfway gone.
I sit up too fast, my heart tripping over itself. The kitchen light is on. There’s food on the counter. Coffee already cold. A plate covered carefully with foil like he expected me to wake slowly, like he wanted me to eat before the world rushed back in. There’s a note.
Eat. Lock the door. I’ll come back for you.
My chest tightens. I wrap the jacket tighter around myself and do exactly what he said — lock the door, double-check it, press my back against it for a second longer than nec
