The Space Between Breaths
The rain started just after midnight. Soft at first. Barely more than a whisper against the roof. But Elara heard it. Not because it was loud— But because she was listening. Wrapped in a blanket, legs tucked beneath her on the couch, she stared at the window. The room was dark, lit only by the faint yellow lamp in the corner. Her tea sat forgotten on the coffee table, barely touched. Scout lay curled near the fireplace, tail twitching in sleep. And somewhere down the hall… Darian’s door remained open. Still no words between them since dinner. Still no conversation about what came next. But maybe that wasn’t what she needed tonight. Maybe all she needed—was him. --- She stood slowly. Her muscles still held tension in places she couldn’t stretch out. Like the adrenaline had ca
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