Morning came too soon. Aria hadn't slept all night.
She had closed her eyes, turned from one side to another, tried to force her thoughts to quiet but every time she drifted, even slightly…
She felt it again.
That kiss. The rain. His hands.
Her breath unsteady, her fingers tightening in the sheets as if the memory itself had weight. By the time the sunlight slipped through the curtains, soft and indifferent, she had already given up on sleep.
Aria woke up slowly, her body heavy, her mind still caught somewhere between sleep and memory.
For a moment, she just stared at the ceiling, her heart already racing as if it had been waiting for her to remember.
"No…" she whispered to herself, closing her eyes again.
Aria sat up abruptly, running her fingers through her hair, frustration building inside her.
"This can't happen," she muttered. But deep down she knew it already had.
And worse… a part of her didn't regret it. That thought unsettled her the most.
