𝟑𝟗. 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐈𝐧 𝐀𝐥𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐫

The morning sun filtered gently through the sheer white curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. As I reached over to silence the alarm, I couldn't help but feel a warmth in my chest that I hadn't known in years. Aarini was still curled up against me, her head resting on my chest, her breaths slow and peaceful. There was something so pure, so innocent about the way she slept-like a delicate rabbit nestled in a safe haven.