Lingering Thought

Zylan remained silent, unsure of how to tell her everything that had happened. It wasn't that he couldn't tell her the truth; it was the fear that consumed him. A fear that once she knew everything, she would leave. At this point, he thought it might be better if she never knew the truth.

His gaze lingered on her face, taking in her stillness. She lay so quiet, so calm. The stubbornness that usually marked her features had faded away, replaced by an uncharacteristic tranquility. It was only then he realized she had fallen asleep.

For a moment, he just stared at her. She seemed so peaceful in her slumber, her face softened, almost vulnerable. It was a side of her he rarely got to see, and he found himself captivated. The contrast between her usual fierce determination and this serene image intrigued him. Leaning closer, his hand brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, tucking it gently behind her ear.