Ethan
I wake up… different. It's not just that I slept well, it's something else.
Something lighter, more... of course. I open my eyes and for a second I stare at the ceiling, in silence, feeling how the air enters and leaves my lungs without that weight that used to accompany me.
And then... I smile. Like this, for no apparent reason. Or rather... with a very clear reason.
Clara.
I run a hand over my face and sit up on the bed, everything in the room feels the same... but it is not.
Because I'm not the same as I was a few days ago. I walk to the bathroom, take a quick shower, and as the water falls on me, I close my eyes for a second.
I remember her... Her voice, her laughter. The way she looked at me last night, the way she held my hand.
I exhale.
"This is real," I murmur to mys
