Ethan;
I wake up feeling wrong again.
This isn't sickness… Sickness doesn't feel like this. This is worse. A bone-deep restlessness that not even sleep can save me.
I yank the blanket off me as my ody feels like it's seconds away from erupting in flames.
Then I stay still. My thoughts are sluggish in some places… but painfully sharp in others. It's becoming harder to explain what's happening to me because every day feels different now.
Every day, something changes.
I stare at the ceiling for a while, listening to my ragged breathing before dragging a tired hand over my face.
My room is quiet. But underneath that silence, I feel it… I feel him.
Aurelian's scent wafts gently around me, and I take a deep, soothing whiff of it.
Even from downstairs, I can smell him faintly. Clean, cold, and grounding in a way that immediately loosens the tightness in my chest.
That worries me. This shouldn't be happening.
