John Wang (POV)
March 19th, 20xx — 6:00 AM
Zone 3A-Δ – Tenth Floor – John's Apartment (Master Bedroom)
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The morning was still grey.
Ever since the world ended, I started to miss simple things. The things we once hated or complained about that now vanished. Things like the sound of people arguing in traffic or the horn of delivery trucks passing my apartment.
No birds. No trucks. Just the soft hum of power filtering through reinforced walls.
I opened my eyes to warmth. Heat pooled at my side — not just body heat, but the kind that lingered when comfort settled so deep into the bones, it refused to let go.
Mu Qinglan covered me like a blanket. Leg hooked around my thigh. Arm across my chest. Her hair a dark fan against my neck and pillow. She was heavier than she looked, but it didn't bother me. I didn't want her to move.
'The feeling of your girlfriend pressing against you in the morning, what bliss.'
