Syria’s POV
“G-Good morning, sweetheart…”
I extended my arms, still sleepy, reaching toward the edge of the bed.
I was about to bring him closer, but rather than feeling him, all I sensed was emptiness.
I blinked several times. My smile vanished.
“K-Kael?” I called out gently.
I turned around, my eyes wide open now, and the space next to me in the bed was empty.
My chest constricted in anxiety. My dream collapsed in an instant.
Just a moment ago, I was dreaming of us together, creating a future.
In the dream, I chuckled. “You cooked the eggs too long again.”
Kael rubbed his head, smiling. “At least I didn’t burn the toast this time.”
“Hopeless,” I joked.
“Did he… left me?” I murmured.
A rush of panic overwhelmed me suddenly, causing my heart to race. I tossed aside the blanket
