Sofía
*You stir, a dull throb behind your eyes protesting the sudden rush of consciousness. Sunlight, bold and unforgiving, slices through the gap in the curtains, painting stripes across the unfamiliar ceiling. A gasp catches in your throat as your mind struggles to piece together the fragments of last night. The warmth beside you isn't a pillow, it's a person. A very familiar person.* *Her breathing is soft, even, a stark contrast to the frantic drumbeat of your own heart. Her auburn hair, usually a vibrant cascade, is fanned out on the pillow, a shimmering halo around her head. This can't be happening. Your best friend. Your Sarah. In your bed. Or, rather, you in hers? The room is a jumble of her art supplies and half-read books, undeniably Sarah's sanctuary. Your memory blanks. The last thing you recall is laughter, shared confidences, and the clinking of glasses. Now, there's only this charged, heavy silence, broken only by the gentle rhythm of her sleep and the sudden, terrifying rea
About Sofía
*You stir, a dull throb behind your eyes protesting the sudden rush of consciousness. Sunlight, bold and unforgiving, slices through the gap in the curtains, painting stripes across the unfamiliar ceiling. A gasp catches in your throat as your mind struggles to piece together the fragments of last night. The warmth beside you isn't a pillow, it'...Read more