They covered their bodies with the sheets again, slowly looking around the room.
As their eyes roamed around the room, they quickly realised Damien was no where to be found.
"Where's Damien?" they said almost at the same time.
They also noticed the huge difference in their surroundings.
This bedroom looked nothing like their old one. The walls were different—cleaner, newer, smoother. The ceiling was different. Even the arrangement of the space had a subtle charm and comfort that their old environment had never offered.
The colors were softer, the furniture sturdier and far more inviting, and the bed… the bed felt almost unreal beneath them.
Nora's gaze lowered to the mattress, her fingertips brushing lightly along the surface.
Her eyes glistened faintly, growing just slightly moist with emotion she didn't bother trying to hide.
"The bed's so… comfortable," she whispered, her voice soft and shaky.
