Quiet days, loud hearts

The morning light slipped through the curtains in soft, golden strips, gently waking the small room where Daisy and Harry lay tangled together. The world outside was still slow and calm, but inside the quiet of Harry’s apartment, something had shifted—something new and fragile, like a delicate glass about to be shaped.

Daisy’s eyes fluttered open first. She was aware of the warmth beside her, the steady rhythm of Harry’s breathing, and the faint scent of his cologne mixing with the crisp spring air sneaking in through the window. She moved carefully, not wanting to disturb the peaceful moment, yet every breath she took felt fuller...