Remember me naked
But a phrase, coming from nowhere, crosses my mind and wakes me completely:
Something is dying somewhere.
I open my eyes again.
She's half-asleep, a smile on her lips.
A calm smile.
Too calm.
And I understand, without yet understanding,
that tonight, this time, will not leave us in peace.
LYRA
Morning rose like a hesitant breath.
The house bathes in pale light, washed, almost innocent.
You'd think nothing happened. That night erased everything.
I rise without a sound.
Alexandre still sleeps, turned toward the wall, features drawn, hand clenched against the sheet.
Bab Populer