_Amelie’s POV_ The first thing I noticed that morning was the sunlight spilling across the wooden floor, warm and golden, brushing against my bare feet as I stretched. I had gotten used to mornings like this.. the quiet and uninterrupted mornings. The alarm didn’t jar me awake; instead, Elias’s soft humming drifted through the apartment from the kitchen, mingling with the rich scent of coffee that wrapped around the living room like a familiar hug. I slid out of bed, my bare foot padding across the floor as I made my way out of the room. Coffee had always been his thing. He brewed it every morning, black, and strong, the aroma filling the space, and I would lean against the doorway, half-dressed, just watching him. Sometimes he caught my gaze and smiled, and that was enough to make my chest ache with contentment. “Good morning,” I said quietly, stepping fully into the kitchen. “Good morning,” he replied, his voice warm, thick with sleep. He turned, brushing a loose strand of
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