Morning came softly, like feathers in the sky but it wasn’t kind for Elara. Atleast not as she thought it would be. The rain from the night before had left the world washed clean, yet the air still carried a damp chill that clung to the windows and settled quietly into the corners of the house. Elara woke up slowly, her body was feeling heavy with the kind of exhaustion that sleep had not repaired. Her ankle ached the moment she moved, a dull reminder of the fall, and for a few seconds she simply lay still beneath the blanket, staring at the daylight filtering through the curtain.Then she remembered.Charlie’s jacket.The thought stirred something inside her chest. She turned her head and looked toward the chair beside the bed. It was folded there exactly as she had left it, dark fabric neat against the wood, as though nothing had happened last night. As though the storm, the fall, the hand that had lifted her, the ride home, the brief warmth of his jacket across her shoulders… as t
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