Ethan:
I wake up before her, I don't know exactly what time it is, but the morning light is already starting to filter through the window. It is a soft, pale light that slowly enters the room as if it did not want to interrupt too much the silence that remained after the night.
I remain still for a few seconds, disoriented. I don't recognize the ceiling, nor the wall in front of me.
Nor the layout of the room...
So I remember, it's not my apartment, it's not my room. It is Clara's.
That thought still feels strange inside my head.
I sit up a little on my elbow and turn my gaze to my side of the bed. And there she is.
Clara is still asleep... White blankets cover part of their body, but not completely. One of her legs peeks out from between the sheets and her dark hair spreads out on
