Morning light filtered through the thin curtains, filling the room with a soft, warm glow. Tiny specks of dust danced in the air, as if celebrating something important yet unspoken. On the large bed, Sofia still lay beneath a clean white blanket, while Sylvia sat beside her, their faces only inches apart.
Sofia remained silent. Her eyes, which had first looked at Sylvia with confusion, now brimmed with tears. Her gaze trembled, as if she couldn't believe the world around her was real. A soft pink blush slowly crept up her cheeks, making her look like a flower blooming after a long winter.
"...Are you serious?" she whispered at last, barely audible. Her voice was so fragile, like a fine thread that could snap if touched too roughly.
I didn't answer right away. I let the silence wrap around us, allowing both our hearts to beat loudly in a near-sacred stillness. My hand reached out slowly, gently touching Sofia's fingers that rested atop the warm blanket.
