Ethan
I wake up before my alarm goes off, it's not unusual for me. But today… it's not just a habit, it's something else.
I open my eyes slowly, and the first thing I feel... is her weight.
Not uncomfortable or annoying. It's warm, real...
Clara is on top of me, nestled against my chest, her soft breath brushing my skin through the fabric of my T-shirt. My arm is still around her, exactly where I left it last night.
And for a moment… I don't move, I don't want to. Because I know she didn't have a good night.
I felt it.
Every time she tensed, every time her breathing changed, every little restless movement that broke the calm. But I also felt something else... How she looked for me, how she clung to me, how, even asleep, she came closer. As if her body understood what her mind could
