Our Wedding Was a Lie Morning

Morning

Sunlight slipped through the sheer curtains, falling softly on the wedding bed

Mia

I barely touched. I had spent half the night staring at the ceiling, and the other half pretending to sleep while he breathed quietly on the couch.

Mia

I turned my head slightly. He was still there. Shirtless. One hand over his eyes.

Mia

Sleeping like nothing was wrong.

Mia

But everything was wrong.

Mia

This wasn’t supposed to feel like this. I wasn’t supposed to care about how peaceful he looked.

Mia

Or how close he had come last night not just physically, but emotionally too.

Mia

I got up carefully, tiptoeing across the cold wooden floor, trying not to wake him.

The silence of the room was heavy.

Mia

Just as I reached the dresser, I heard his voice

Heaven

“You didn’t sleep much.”

Mia

“Neither did you.”

He sat up slowly, rubbing his face.

Heaven

“Still thinking about the kiss?”

Mia

I hated how direct he was. But more than that—I hated how my heart skipped every time he mentioned it.

Mia

“I’m just trying to forget everything,”

Mia

“This isn’t real. Let’s not make it worse.”

He stood now, walking closer, and I backed up, instinctively.

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