ALEX.
I sat on the edge of my bed, a row of neatly arranged ties spread out before me, yet none of them seemed right. My fingers hovered over them absentmindedly, my mind clearly elsewhere. I wasn't really thinking about work, or appearances, or even the meeting I had scheduled for today.
All I could think about…was her.
Ella.
A slow breath left my lips as I leaned back slightly, my gaze unfocused. Memories crept in without permission, playing vividly in my head like they had been waiting for this exact moment.
The images of her waking up early, always before me. Moving quietly around the room, careful not to disturb my sleep, yet still making sure everything I needed was perfectly in place. My clothes laid out. My tie selected. Breakfast ready.
Everything.
Back then, I had always felt…irritated.
At least, that was what I told myself.
