A WALK DOWN MEMORY LANE

The soft morning light filtered through my room's sheer curtains. As I blinked away the remnants of sleep, the previous night's events drifted back to me—the shared laughter, the movie, and that moment...

I pressed a hand to my forehead, willing the memory away.

It didn't mean anything, I told myself.

It couldn't mean anything.

I wasn't looking for a relationship, let alone one wrapped up in the complexities of this... arrangement. Still, it was nice to feel comfortable here for a change, especially these past few months.

Sighing, I swung my legs out of bed, the chill of the wooden floor reminding me that winter was still firmly in place. After pulling on a cosy sweater and jeans, I made my way downstairs, the smell of freshly brewed coffee greeting me before I even reached the kitchen.