"Go." Nova urged in a hushed whisper, pressing her forehead to Yoa's.
Air whooshed through her hair at his sudden movement. Just like that, he was gone. Nova stared at the empty spot he'd been in.
The sunlight still shone through the open space across from her, luminating the wooden decking, multicolours reflected across the floors and walls from little light catchers dangling freely besides wooden wind chimes. Without Yoa shielding her from the sun's glare, she squinted then flopped back against the pillows with a loud sigh.
She stared up at the wooden beams and decking of the ceiling above, the branches of the original tree stretching out like limbs cradling the floor above. A small smile played on her lips as she ran her fingertips along them to the feel of Yoa's phantom lips on hers. She felt unravelled entirely and blissed out.
