I barely slept that night.Every time I close my eyes, I see Draven sitting in my living room.Alive.Not a dream.Not a memory.Not a ghost my mind created because I missed him.Alive.When morning finally comes, I lie in bed for several minutes, staring at the ceiling.I can hear movement downstairs.Draven.I get out of bed and freshen up before making my way downstairs.The moment I enter the kitchen, I find him standing near the counter with a cup in his hand.He turns when he hears me.For a second, neither of us speaks.“Good morning,” he says.“Good morning.”His eyes move over my face.“Did you sleep?”“A little.”He gives a small nod.“So did I.”I almost smile.Almost.Instead, I walk toward the counter and reach for a glass.Draven moves aside immediately to give me space.I pour myself some water.For a few seconds, the only sound between us is the quiet clink of the glass against the counter.Then he speaks.“Are you still running the mechanic shop?”I look at him.“Yes.
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