Not Just Pretending

Kaelia

The morning sunlight slipped in through the curtains, laying golden stripes right across Valen’s face. He stood at the window, already dressed for the day, charcoal slacks, crisp white shirt—murmuring into his phone. I just watched him for a second from the bed, memorizing how sharp his jaw looked in the light, how that dark hair kept falling over his forehead, how he waved his free hand as