KYRAN
She fell asleep in bed. But I couldn't.
The clock ticked toward midnight, but time felt irrelevant compared to the quiet rhythm of her breathing. From my vantage point on the couch, I was watching her silently.
She lay cocooned in the soft linens, a dark lock of hair tracing the curve of her cheek. In the low, amber glow of the bedside lamp, she looked like a masterpiece. The soft rise and fall of her shoulders echoed the comforting beat of my own heart. I stayed there, unmoving, content to exist in the same space as her dreams, feeling a sense of luck that this view, and she, belonged to me.
I couldn't pull my eyes away. I held my breath, afraid to break the spell.
It was her that night. My Liana.
All this time I was blaming and cursing myself for betraying her, yet I never be
