Chapter 41

Birds tweet. Clouds clear out. Cold air rushes in. It's a great morning especially that I'm in the arms of this lovely man beside me. I play with his stubble while watching him breathe peacefully. Watching him sleep is such a drug to me. It gives me serenity, and I'm here for it. He seems so relaxed. Free. Free from whatever it is that bothers him. Free from whatever burdens him. I always want to see him like this. He deserves this.

I decide to get up, silently so I don't wake Ryle. I want to wander his house. I'm still amazed. I can't blame myself for that. I'm also an artist.

I then get out of the room and make my way downstairs. I immediately go to the living room and find myself in paradise. This is the living room everybody loves. Very easy and pleasing to the eyes. The colors are giving holiday vibes, and I love it.

I sit on the couch and then lay my head on the backrest. I sigh deeply as I close my eyes, crossing my arms amid this cold atmosphere. What am I supposed to do now? E