Hazel's Point of View
The morning sunlight filters through the light curtains, casting a soft golden hue across the bedroom. I blink a few times, stretching slowly beneath the sheets before a wide grin spreads across my face.
Today’s the day, my first lecture as an occult studies professor. Despite the restless dreams that tugged at me all night, Aiden’s face, his voice, the weight of his rejection, I feel a surge of excitement bubbling in my chest.
I throw off the covers and swing my legs over the side of the bed, grabbing my phone from the nightstand and putting on one of my favorite upbeat playlists. The familiar rhythm instantly breathes energy into me. Humming along, I head into the kitchen.
The apartment still feels new, but it's cozy, lived-in already. I start a pot of coffee,
