The soft rustling of leaves outside her window was the only sound in Aurelia's dorm room. Sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting lazy patterns on the floor. She lay sprawled across her bed in a loose tank top and pastel shorts, one leg dangling off the edge, eyes half-lidded in blissful relaxation.
Finally… peace.
She stretched her arms over her head and let out a content sigh, then rolled onto her side. Her red hair spilled across the pillow like a sun, but her mind wasn't as calm as her posture.
Her thoughts wandered—unbidden, persistent—back to the previous weekend.
The mountain cliff.
The kiss.
Her hand slowly rose and touched her lips, as if trying to confirm it hadn't been a dream. Her face flushed instantly, ears turning a vivid pink.
"That bastard…" she muttered, glaring at the ceiling. "He didn't even come to see me after that day."
A pause.
"Not a word. Not a look. Not even a stupid apology after stealing my first kiss!"
