~LAYLA~
I woke in my room under a soft blanket, sunlight peeking through the curtains in gentle streams. For a moment, I was disoriented, wondering how I'd gotten here. The last thing I remembered was falling asleep on the couch downstairs, waiting for Axel to come home.
He must have found me curled up on that couch and brought me to bed, tucking me in as gently as ever.
The realisation made my chest ache. Even after our fight, even after I'd shut him out and refused to listen, he'd taken care of me.
His voice echoed in my memory: "I love you."
I'd stormed off hurt and angry, but sleep had cleared some of the fog. In the quiet morning light, I could see it more clearly. He'd made a mistake, yes, but it came from a place of wanting to protect me, not control me.
I owed him an apology: a real one, and a chance to explain fully without me cutting him off.
