𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃

39

Song:
moves like jagger- maroon 5
slowed + reverb

LEENA

"Leena, get the door!" my dad's voice calls out from his bedroom, breaking the quiet rhythm of my cleaning. I release a sigh, setting the duster down on the table beside me.

I hadn't been expecting anyone today, so the knock at the door sparks a flicker of curiosity. Who could it be? A delivery, maybe? Did I accidentally order something late at night and forget about it? The thought crosses my mind as I make my way to the door with slow, deliberate steps.

As I pull it open, my question is answered immediately. Standing on the other side is the very person I'd spent the entire night and early morning talking to-the one who made the hours feel like minutes and my heart race with every word.

"Angel?" His name falls from my lips, and before I even realize it, a grin spreads across my face.

Warmth floods my chest, the sight of him lighting up my entire morning. The exhaustion from waking up too early and the mundane feeling of cleaning evaporates in an instant.

Seeing him standing there, real and solid in front of me, is enough to make the moment feel like a burst of sunshine after a long, gray day.

"Hey, Leena," he says, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, and I swear, for a split second, my heart forgets how to beat.

The warmth in his voice is enough to send a soft, pleasant hum through my chest, but it's the sight of him-standing there with the sun glowing like a halo behind him-that nearly makes me lose my balance.

The light filters through his dark hair, casting a golden outline around his head, and his eyes catch the light just right, glimmering like a star in the night sky.

He looks so serene, so effortlessly perfect, that it feels almost unfair. Like an angel. My angel.

The sun dapples his shoulders, making it seem as though he's wrapped in light itself, and I find myself momentarily lost, caught in the sheer beauty of him.

My breath hitches, my cheeks warming, and I have to remind myself not to stare too long or too obviously. Still, a part of me can't help but wonder how anyone could look this good just standing there.

Reality blurs into a dream, and I almost laugh at myself. Two words, one smile from him, and I'm already swooning.

"Hey, Angel," I greet him, my voice a mix of surprise and warmth as a smile curls onto my lips. "What are you doing here?" I tilt my head slightly, my curiosity piqued as confusion dances in my chest.

The excitement of seeing him so unexpectedly makes my heart beat a little faster, but the question lingers in my mind-I don't remember him mentioning that he'd be coming over.

Was this a surprise visit? If it was, it was working-my pulse quickens, and my thoughts race to catch up with the moment.

My eyes flicker across his face, searching for a clue in the way he stands or the expression he wears, but all I find is that same soft, familiar smile that always makes me feel like I'm the only person in the world.

"Is it really such a bad thing to want to see you?" he asks, his voice soft but laced with a hint of uncertainty. The question causes my heart to flutter, and without hesitation, I shake my head, my words spilling out as soon as I process them.

"No, of course not. I'd be happy to have you here." I step back slightly, moving away from the doorway and making enough room for him to enter the house.