𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟓 :- 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬

The morning sun bleeds softly through the ivory curtains like an apology.

My lashes flutter open, but I don't fully wake up-because grief doesn't sleep, does it? It just hides behind your dreams and waits for morning to slap it back into your chest.