The sun shines brightly through the window, shining directly onto their faces. The soft light causes their skin to gleam golden. They’re laying on their sides facing one another, staring into each others eyes. They haven’t talked, there aren’t any words exchanged. They’re content with lying here together, staring at each other.

Alex reaches out her hand to trace patterns along Eric’s skin. He hums contently and closes his eyes. She traces random shapes over the scars on his hand. She frowns as she does it, a small pout forming on her lips. He glances down at her, raising an eyebrow.

“What’s wrong?” He asks worriedly. She doesn’t respond and...