Roman POV
As the morning light seeped through the curtains, I found myself waking from a dream that lingered like a wisp of smoke in my mind. The memory of Emily, vivid and potent, wrapped around me like a warm embrace. My heart ached with a mixture of longing and sorrow, reminding me of the laughter we once shared, the way our bodies fit perfectly against each other in the comfort of our bed.
I couldn't help but close my eyes and allow my mind to wander back to those moments. Her laughter, like music that danced on the wind, had always been my solace. I remembered the way her eyes sparkled with mischief and her smile that could light up the darkest of days.
We used to stay in bed for hours, lost in each other's company, sharing stories, dreams, and whispered promises that were meant to last a lifetime. The soft touch of her fingers tracing patterns on my skin was etched into my memory, each caress a testament to the bond we shared.
But now, the bed felt empty, the laughter silenc
