Restless Dawn

His reflection stared back—controlled, composed, but with a hint of something restless beneath.

Breakfast. He’d see her again. The thought alone sent a flicker through him—unwanted, sharp, and far too familiar.

He exhaled once, steadying himself, then turned away. Time to move.

He opened his door and looked across the hall. Her door was still closed.

He wasn’t sure why his eyes went there firs