Stronger this time.
Intentional.
She doesn’t pull away.
Doesn’t even try.
“Rest,” she says, quieter now.
“Yeah,” I murmur.
But I don’t close my eyes yet.
Because she’s still there.
And for some reason—
That feels more important than it should.
“You didn’t leave,” I say, barely above a whisper.
Her jaw tightens.
“I had a job to do.”
That’s not the answer.
Not really.
I don’t push it.
Not now.
But I don’t let go either.
“Good,” I mutter.
Because it is.
Because—
Yeah.
That’s enough for now.
My eyes finally close.
Not falling.
Not fading.
Just—
Resting.
And the last thing I feel—
Before sleep takes over—
