Goodbye Athlea
I stood in front of the mirror, fixing the collar of my black shirt over the plain white t-shirt underneath. My reflection stared back at me—a mix of exhaustion came from remembering the heated night with Athlea yesterday.
The night had been wild, but today is for something else.
Satisfied with my look, I ran my hand through my hair and stepped out of my room. My footsteps echoed softly down the quiet hallway as I stopped in front of Athlea's door.
*Knock* *Knock*
I knocked gently, hearing the faint rustle of movement on the other side.
The door creaked open, revealing her standing there, fastening the last piece of her earring. She looked radiant, the soft white of her clothes glowing in the light spilling through her window. Her eyes lit up when she saw me, and an unspoken warmth passed between us.
"You look beautiful," I said, my voice soft but genuine.