Chapter 15

• Hazel stirred as the morning light struggled to pierce the clouded sky. The room held a peaceful glow, matching her mood. She reluctantly left the warmth of her blankets, greeted by the cool touch of the floor beneath her feet. As she strolled towards the bathroom, the subtle scent of rain permeated the air, hinting at the possibility of a dreary day. Hazel yearned for the comfort of a hot shower to vitalize her senses. Turning on the water, she closed her eyes, letting the warmth cascade over her like a gentle embrace.
• "Good morning," she whispered to herself, a soft affirmation in the solitude of the bathroom. Yet, beneath the surface of her morning routine, Wyatt's words lingered in her thoughts, casting a shadow over the new day. The weight of their last conversation swirled in her mind, leaving her contemplative amidst the gentle rain tapping against the windowpane.
• Emerging from the shower, Hazel wrapped herself in a pristine white towel. The mirror, veiled by steam, offered a hazy reflection that mirrored her conflicted thoughts. As droplets cascaded down her skin, she pondered the unwavering confidence in Wyatt's words.