I stare at Hailey, who is sleeping on the bed peacefully, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. The soft glow of the bedside lamp casts a warm light on her peaceful face, and I can’t help but feel grateful for this moment of tranquility.
She has been so stressed the whole day today, and seeing her finally able to relax brings me a sense of relief. I gently brush a strand of hair away from her face, hoping she can feel my love and support, even in her dreams.
I sat beside her on the couch, staring at the peaceful expression on her face as I drank a strong liquor to ease my own nerves. The flavor tingles my tongue with a sharp bitterness that matches the ache in my chest.
I stare at the glass with liquid swirling inside, wishing I could find the same sense of calm that she had
