EMBER
Slanted light caressed Ember’s cheek as she awoke. For a moment, she was disorientated. The ground under her was soft, and she was wrapped in something as smooth as satin. Even her head was cushioned by a deep pillow.
Her eyes snapped open and took in the angled light from the vertical blinds and the pale walls.
I’m home. In my apartment.
She’d gotten so used to sleeping rough that the bed felt strange and unfamiliar. Its comfort was appreciated, though. She gathered up the blanket and curled up under it.
How can I leave Slide?
Last night kept playing out behind her eyes. Every time she went over it, she wanted to cry all over again. She felt cold and desperate, as if she were watching her happiness run away and purposefully not doing a thing to stop it.
I’m not leaving him. H
