When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was the warmth pressed against my side.
For a moment, I just sat there, blinking at the soft morning light spilling through the curtains. The world felt strangely still too quiet, too gentle. Then I turned my head.
Belle was asleep beside me.
Her head rested lightly on my shoulder, her black hair cascading down my arm like silk. The blindfold was still in place, her expression peaceful, like a slumbering goddess.
I froze for a second, surprised and then it all came back.
Last night.
The talk. The tears. The quiet that had followed after. We must've just… fallen asleep like that, shoulder to shoulder, too tired to move, too comfortable to care.
A small smile tugged at my lips.
Carefully, I shifted my weight, trying not to wake her. She murmured something under her breath, my name maybe, but didn't stir. I slipped out from under her head and grabbed the blanket from the couch arm.
