MIRIAM

I wake up to the familiar feeling of warm lips on mine. It was not morning yet, I'm sure but my eyes flew open as warmth circulated my entire body instantly.

His blue eyes pierced into mine. He is not dressed but he's seated by my bedside with his face lowered into mine.

"What's happening?" I ask, fully aware that he was up to something. I sense sadness in Nora, she has accepted the gestured truth but I didn't.

"I'm leaving," there was sadness in his tone too, but his eyes held hope.

"Why?" I blurted and I regretted it. I was throwing myself at this stranger I met...