Clara
The silence after is different, it always has been.
When the body calms down, when the heat in the skin slowly begins to disappear and breathing returns to its normal rhythm... That strange space arrives where the mind reappears.
I'm lying on my side.
The sheet covers part of my body, although not too much. The room is in darkness and the rain that used to hit the windows hard now falls softly, like a distant whisper.
Ethan sleeps next to me, naked.
His breathing is deep, calm, and his chest rises and falls slowly. A part of his hair falls over his forehead, messy, and his face has a calmness that I have rarely seen him when he is awake.
I watch him in silence, and a strange emotion appears in my chest. It's not exactly regret... But it's not just peace either.
There is some
