KILLIAN
I was the first person to awaken the next morning.
The room was dimly lit by the rising sun. I crawled out of bed and examined the many reddish-golden hues that painted the sky. The sun itself looked like a bride who was about to meet her groom for the first time and was peering through the window. It felt as if the sun was hiding behind the horizon as it cautiously took its time to rise.
I smiled at the beauty that seized the sky as the sun slowly took its rising path. I wished that mine and Kayla's relationship would be like that of the sky and the sun.
Even if they argued or fought, in the end, the sun would still rise again. I stole a glance at Kayla’s sleeping form from where I stood by the window. She had not yet woken up. I did not want to disturb her sleep. She had ev
