Lucian groaned as he stretched, slowly shaking off the lingering drowsiness of a deep sleep. The previous night had been filled with laughter and energy, an unguarded celebration between him, Garry, and Jimmy. It felt surreal, almost like those fleeting moments in a past life where he wasn't weighed down by burdens. He yawned again, savoring the rare sense of peace that wrapped around him.
"Finally," he murmured, still lying on the bed. "Feels like I actually got some rest. Maybe... maybe things are really looking up," he muttered, a quiet hope threading through his voice. The shadows of yesterday, all those wounds and mistakes, felt like they were finally easing. Maybe this was what moving on felt like.
Still in his half-asleep daze, Lucian slowly sat up, feeling an odd prickle on the back of his neck. The feeling was subtle but unmistakable the sensation of someone watching him. Turning his head, his eyes landed on an unexpected sight: his older sister, Rose.
