ALIANA

He shifted beside me well past midnight. We're both inside the bedroom. I can't remember how we ended up here wearing identical pyjamas. I'd find it amusing if the situation weren't so serious and since I've decided to remain with him during this period despite the pain, in my thighs I'll be whatever he requires at this moment to recover.

He raised his head from my shoulder gaze blurred, breathing irregular still overwhelmed by sorrow.

“Aliana…" His voice was rough stripped bare.

“I’m here " I murmured.

He blinked, as though verifying my existence. He drew me nearer. Inhaled my scent as if I were his most cherished perfume,...