But they weren’t.
I felt nothing.
I felt weightless—
like a feather stripped of everything.
Silence.
Maybe that’s what it feels like... after death.
“I—”
I opened my mouth to speak, but hesitated, unsure of the question I was about to ask.
“Alive?” a voice finished for me.
The same voice that belonged to those hauntingly beautiful eyes now staring straight into mine—
far too close for a stranger.
Their owner was... handsome.
Too handsome.
A high forehead.
A straight nose.
Sharp cheekbones, made even more defined by tension.
They were the second thing I noticed about him—
right after his gaze.
It was hard to look away.
But I forced myself to.
Lifting my eyes slightly, I noticed something else—
a faint glow coming from his slightly too-long hair.
Silver.
Subtle.
Unnatural.
Could sunlight really do that?
His eyes were still on me, questioning—
one brow raised, waiting.
For a moment, I forgot what he had asked.
Then I remembered.