ALIANA

When he eventually woke up, his breathing was irregular, against my thigh.

I remained there leaning against the desk, his weight pressing firmly on me my arm wrapped around his shoulders as if I could gather all his parts by gripping firmly enough despite the numbness I felt in my arms.

“Aliana…" His tone was broken, drowsy.

I softly ran my fingers through his hair. "I'm here.”

He raised his head gradually eyes crimson yet there was another element, within them as well as something wild, frantic and suffocating.

The expression of a man who had suffered losses in a single day and was unsure how to handle the...