Later that evening, I woke up and saw that Cassius was silently sleeping on the seat beside my bed. Even though he was fast asleep, he was holding my hand tightly with both of his hands. The way he was seated and the way his head was lying on the bed, it looked uncomfortable, but I didn’t bother to wake him up.
He must have stayed beside me since morning without resting or eating and must have drifted to sleep in his seat because he was tired. He was still a mess, just like what I saw this morning. But now, it's even worse. There is blood on his rolled-up sleeves—my blood, to be exact. He should have left me to clean himself first. I suddenly noticed that he puts me before him.
I lightly brushed some strands of his hair away from his gorgeous face. His hair was still long. I wonder why h
