|Snow|
The morning light filtered through the curtains, soft and golden—but it brought no comfort. I woke up to a wave of nausea crashing through me, sudden and overwhelming. My stomach churned, twisting with discomfort, and a dull ache had already settled behind my eyes.
Kairos was already awake. I could sense it in the stillness of the room, in the way his body tensed the moment I stirred. He turned toward me, alert and watchful, as if my every breath had become a source of worry.
I groaned softly and lifted a hand to my forehead, rubbing my temples in slow, desperate circles. My eyes squeezed shut as I sat up, as if darkness alone could ease the sickening swirl inside me. But it didn’t help. If anything, the nausea only intensified.
“Snow…” Kairos’s voice was low, cautious, laced wi
