He Isn't Dead

As night fell, the darkness slowly engulfed the city, creeping into every corner of the room. 

Emma Hart could feel her eyelids growing heavier by the minute, a darkness within her that didn't need the absence of light to exist. 

She succumbed to sleep, wishing to escape her thoughts into the oblivion of slumber.

Outside, Damien Sterling returned from his office to the tranquility of his villa, where only Mrs. Harris's soft bustling broke the silence. 

"Where is she?" he inquired, his voice deep and laced with a hint of exhaustion.

Mrs. Harris, carrying a tray with a cup of revitalizing tea, replied, "Mr. Sterling, Miss Emma has already retired to bed."

Glancing out the window, noticing the night had just begun to deepen, he remarked, "She's asleep already?"