Mathew — POV
This girl…
She knows my name?
The sound of it—Mathew—cut through the fog in my head like a blade. I lifted my head the instant I heard it, my body reacting before my mind could catch up.
And what met my eyes was… breathtaking.
For a moment, I forgot how to breathe.
Her voice lingered in the air, soft and clear, like the echo of a bell in an abandoned cathedral. It didn't belong in this world. Neither did her face.
Large, almond-shaped black eyes stared at me, wide and glossy, as if they carried an entire ocean of emotions within them. Her lips were soft and red, not painted, not forced—just naturally alive. Long hair spilled down her back in loose, unruly strands, catching the light as if it had a will of its own.
She was wearing blue pajamas decorated with a small bunny.
A ridiculous detail.
And yet it struck me harder than any blade ever had.
