The lachrymose morning sunlight streamed through the glass windows, casting a warm, golden glow across the living room.Aiden snapped awake. The splitting headache from the night before had completely vanished, replaced by a strange, light, and refreshing clarity. But the moment his skin brushed against the soft silk under his cheek and his senses were filled with the faint, lingering scent of jasmine, he froze. Aiden realized he was still resting his head on Alma’s lap.For a fleeting second, he thought it was all just a wild, impossible dream. How could someone like him—accustomed to solitude, bearing the crushing darkness of a cruel twist of fate—deserve such a peaceful night? But the genuine warmth radiating from her body shattered his doubts. Memories of her cool hands and gentle whispers came rushing back, sending a powerful wave of emotion, mixed with a pang of heartache, surging through his chest.What caught his eyes now was Alma’s delicate face from an inverted perspective.
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