AISLYNWarm light filters through my window, soft and golden, but it does nothing to quiet the heaviness sitting squarely on my chest.

I blink awake slowly, my mind hazy, my body strangely tense, as though I fought battles in my sleep that I can’t remember.

For a moment, I just lie there, staring at the ceiling.

And then everything from yesterday floods back.

His eyes. His voice.

The way he said my name like a prayer, it felt so moving, it also felt right hearing it from his mouth.

My ...