When I opened my eyes again, the first thing I saw was her.
Belle.
She was right in front of me, her face close enough that I could see every tremble in her lips, every tear clinging to her lashes before sliding down her cheeks. Her hands were still cupping my face, warm and shaking, her pinkish-purple eyes locked onto mine.
They were beautiful, like fractured gemstones catching the faintest light.
But I knew the truth.
She couldn't see me.
Those eyes, as radiant as they were, saw nothing at all.
The thought twisted something deep inside my chest, sharp and bitter. For a moment, I didn't say anything I just stared back, lost somewhere between confusion and something far more... intimate, something that I didn't want to name.
I tilted my head slightly, letting my gaze wander past her. My surroundings came into focus slowly, the fog in my mind lifting piece by piece.
I was… home.
My bedroom.
