Morning ☀️
Aria slowly opened her eyes, the soft light from the window falling gently across the room.
For a moment, she didn't move. She just lay there… staring at the ceiling, a small, quiet smile on her lips that hid her growing worry, making readers feel her vulnerability and concern.
Her smile grew.
Without even thinking, she turned slightly, her hand reaching out across the bed—wanting to feel him, to pull him closer, to hide in his arms just a little longer.
But—
Her hand touched nothing. Space.
Her brows slowly furrowed. She turned her head. The other side of the bed was empty.