Between Hate and Fate
“Wake up, sweetheart.”
She stirs, blinking a few times before her eyes focus on me. A sleepy smile spreads across her face, and for a moment, the weight in my chest lightens. “Morning,” she murmurs, her voice soft and warm.
“Morning,” I say, sitting on the edge of the bed. “I made you breakfast.”
Her smile widens, and she glances over at the tray beside her. “You made me breakfast?” she teases, her eyes sparkling with a hint of surprise. “Since when do you make breakfast?”
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