Helanie:
It was late, and the weather had turned even more pleasant when it started raining. The rain tapped softly on the window, and the room was quiet. Only the small lamp beside the bed was on, giving a warm, soft light.
I was feeling strange in my heart; his hair smelled so good that even though his head was only in my lap, I could smell the amazing scent of his shampoo.
He lay across the bed, his head in my lap. His eyes were closed, but I knew he wasn't asleep. His face looked calm now, but I had seen how tired and lost he seemed all day, every day.
Especially now that I had been spending nights in his room, I realized he was always awake.
I slowly ran my fingers through his hair. It felt natural, even though everything between us still felt strange. There was something we weren't saying. Something heavy in the silence.
I looked down at him. He looked peaceful like this. Safe. Like he could finally sleep well.
