Eternal Echoes

Chapter Eighty- One: The Day After

Michaella's POV

The morning light streamed through my curtains, bathing the room in a soft, golden glow. The previous day's events still lingered in my mind—a whirlwind of emotions, faces, and voices that seemed surreal and grounding. I stretched slowly, feeling the tension ease from my body. The book signing event had been a success, more than I could have ever imagined. And last night's surprise dinner party, surrounded by my closest family and friends, was the perfect way to cap off such a monumental day.

But today was a new day, and as I reached over to grab my phone, I was greeted with an avalanche of notifications. Messages, comments, likes—my phone buzzed relentlessly, a constant reminder of the love and support from my readers and followers. I sat up in bed, scrolling through the comments on my latest post, my heart swelling with gratitude as I read each one.

"Your words have changed my life, Michaella. Thank you for sharing your gift with the world."

"I could feel every emotion in your book—thank you for putting my thoughts into words."

"I was at the signing yesterday! Seeing you in person was such a dream come true. You're even more inspiring in real life!"

Each comment felt like a warm embrace, and I found myself smiling as I continued to read. There were so many stories, so many people who had connected with my work in ways I never imagined. It was humbling, and a part of me wished I could reach out and hug each of them in return.

I responded to as many comments as I could, trying to convey just how much their words meant to me. I knew I couldn't reply to everyone, but I hoped that my sincerity came through in each response. After about an hour, I decided it was time to get out of bed and start my day.

I padded into the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee already filling the air. I poured myself a cup and took a seat by the window, savouring the first sip as I watched the world outside slowly wake up. The city was quiet this early in the morning, with only a few cars passing by and the occasional jogger making their way down the street. It was a peaceful contrast to the whirlwind of yesterday, and I relished the calm.

As I sat there, my phone rang. It was Elijah.

"Good morning, cuz," I answered, my voice still a little groggy.

"Morning, superstar," Elijah's voice came through, teasing but warm. "How are you feeling after the big day?"

I laughed softly, setting my coffee down. "Exhausted, but in a good way. Yesterday was incredible, but I'm glad it's over. I need a day to just... decompress."

"I figured," he said. "That's why I'm calling. I was thinking maybe we could hang out later? Just the two of us, nothing fancy. Maybe get lunch or something?"

"That sounds perfect," I said, smiling at the thought of spending time with Elijah. He had always been my rock, the one person who could make me laugh no matter how stressed I was. "What time were you thinking?"

"Whenever you're ready. No rush. Just let me know, and I'll come pick you up."

"Okay, I'll give you a call," I said, feeling lighter already. "Thanks, Elijah. I could really use a day like that."

"Anytime, Michaella. You know I'm here for you," he said, his voice softening with sincerity. "Take your time, and we'll catch up later."

We said our goodbyes, and I hung up, feeling a sense of comfort wash over me. Elijah always knew exactly what I needed, even before I did. I finished my coffee and decided to take a walk before getting ready for the day.