I woke up from my sleep as the morning as those blasted demonic crows started groaning. I still haven't gotten used to them despite my hard effort to, so I stretched my aching arms before moving on to my legs, which were covered in scars and bruises. It's funny, really; I was so obsessed in my past life with having the perfect skin. Now I embrace the scars. Right now, no one will understand my words behind this until the future at least...
I turned, looking out the window, where it only reminded me the dawn didn't bring peace... it only brought a different kind of noise. I woke up to the sound of heavy curtains being pulled back, the sunlight hitting my bruised skin like a physical weight. My conversation with Lukas from the night before felt like a fever dream—the way he looked at me, the way the air felt between us—but the steady thrum of my pulse reminded me it was real.
