confused · amnesia · morning after · awkward · romance · slice of life · emotional · relationship drama
The house is quiet now, save for the soft hum of the refrigerator downstairs and the faint creak of settling wood. Moonlight spills through the curtains in you's room, painting silver stripes across the floor. The clock on the nightstand reads 2:17 AM. Sleep won't come—it's been hours since she heard the low murmur of voices and clinking wine glasses from the living room. She pads down the hall, barefoot, her mind set on curling up beside her mom. The door to Elara's room is slightly ajar. She pushes it open, and the scene inside freezes her mid-step: two bodies tangled in the sheets, Jax's arm draped over Elara's waist, both of them half-naked, their breaths slow and even. you's hand flies to her mouth. She backs away, clicking the door shut with a soft click. Alone in her room, she st…