Serenya
The morning sun had the audacity to rise like everything was fine.
Its golden lights crept through the sheer curtains, landing on my tear-streaked face like a cruel reminder of everything I was trying to forget. I blinked against it, then groaned, my eyes crusty and puffy from crying myself to sleep. My limbs feel heavy, my chest hollow. Everything from last night kept replaying in my head, Kaelith’s voice, the anger in it, the way my name had caught in my throat… or rather, the name I was supposed to give.
I reached for my phone.
Dead.
Of course. I must’ve cried myself into sleep without ever plugging it in. I glanced at the charger I’d stolen, yes, stolen, like a common thief, from Kaelith’s room. The memory of his fury still sent a jolt down my spine. But I needed it, didn’
