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The Day Begins Softly
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2025-08-09 23:15:00The first thing Lila noticed when she woke was the quiet.
Not the heavy silence of an empty house, but the soft, living quiet of the woods—birds calling in the distance, the faint rush of the waterfall, the creak of the old cabin settling against the morning chill.The second thing she noticed was that Anthony was still beside her.He was on his side, one arm resting loosely around her waist, his breathing steady and slow. His hair was a little messy, falling over his forehead, and in the pale morning light, the shadows along his jaw looked sharper, more defined. She took a moment just to look at him, memorizing the way he seemed… unguarded like this. Almost boyish.She tried not to move, afraid to break the moment, but her shifting must have stirred him. His eyes opened, still heavy with sleep, and for a heartbeat he just looked at her without speaking.“Morning,” he murmured, voice rough.“Morning.” She smiled, her voice soft to match his. “Did you sleep ok
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