DAVIE

The morning sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains, casting long shadows across the room. As I lay in bed, staring at the ornate ceiling, my thoughts were in a tangled mess. Olivia was still asleep beside me, her chest rising and falling with each breath. The events of the previous night played over my mind. The argument, the accusations, the raw, unfiltered emotions, her pained expression, and finally, the intense, passionate reconciliation we shared.

I slid out of bed quietly, careful not to wake her, and made my way to the adjoining bathroom. As I splashed cold water on my face, I caught my reflection in the mirror as I stared at the man looking back at me, he wasn't the invisible man that everyone feared. He was a man grappling with emotions he couldn't handle, emotions he didn't understand, feelings he couldn't control.