115: Night talks

Aurora’s POV

I lay in my room, the soft tendrils of sleep beginning to envelop me after thinking of everything and nothing, I sensed a presence—a subtle shift in the air that alerted me to someone's presence.

Though my eyes remained closed, I listened intently, my senses attuned to the quiet footsteps that approached. I really don’t want to deal with anyone right now and should have closed my door. Why didn’t I again?

At first, I remained still, feigning sleep in the hope that the intruder would retreat, but as the scent of familiarity wafted towards me, my heart skipped a beat. It was a scent I knew all too well, a blend of earthy musk and forest pine, tinged with a hint of sorrow and longing.

Lucas.

With a mixture of apprehension and curiosity, I cracked open my eyes, peering through the darkness to catch a glimpse of the figure standing at the edge of my bed. There, bathed in the soft moonlight that filtered through the window, stood Lucas, his silhouette a haunting echo of the