Morning came too quickly.
I knew it was morning before I even opened my eyes because sunlight was already pushing through the curtains of my room.
The soft light filled the space quietly, as if the day itself was trying not to disturb me.
For a few seconds I stayed still under the blanket.
Trying to remember where I was.
Then the memories returned all at once.
The lake.
The notebook.
Adrian standing in the shadows watching me cry.
I exhaled slowly and sat up.
My head felt heavy.
My eyes burned slightly from the tears the night before.
But the strange thing was that the house outside my door was already awake.
I could hear movement downstairs.
Dishes clinking.
Voices.
Normal life continuing.
It felt strange.
My parents had died less than a week ago.
And the world was stil
