The morning light was soft today, it streamed in through the blinds casting long streaks on light across the room. I woke with a familiar ache in my muscles, the sheets were messily tangled around my legs reminding me of last night. I was alone in bed meaning Elias had either left this morning or last night.
A brief, vivid flash of memory came to me; I recalled his soothing presence, the way he had held me and caressed my arms. I was standing in my room, the last of my anger and frustration fading into a quiet emptiness as I waited for him to join me yesterday.
He came in soon enough, his movements were still slow and reluctant, but he stood behind me. His breath was a warm, gentle caress against the back of my neck, I had found it soothing for some reason.
