Luana
I woke up slowly, as if my body didn't want to accept the weight of the day. You know that feeling like you've been hit by a truck? That's exactly how I felt. Aching all over, inside and out. Heavy eyes, throbbing head, hollow chest. But that wasn't what made me cry. It wasn't the physical pain, nor the emotional exhaustion. It was the sight I had as soon as I opened my eyes.
It was him.
Jonathan.
Lying with me, pressed against me, holding me like I was some kind of rare treasure, as if he were afraid someone would come and snatch me from his arms. His arm was over my waist, strong, tight, and his leg entwined with mine, as if his body knew exactly where to be even after so much time. As if no absence had been enough to undo what existed between us.
And I cried.
I cried silen
