Later, Noah lay awake in bed, unable to find sleep while Anabelle slept soundly next to him.
In the dim light of their bedroom, he watched her peaceful face.
Anabelle wasn't conventionally stunning, especially compared to some of Noah's past admirers, but there was something captivating about her.
Her features were balanced, a stark contrast to her often cunning personality.
This mix somehow made her more intriguing to Noah.
The longer Noah stared at Anabelle, the more he felt like he was seeing a stranger's face.
Upon closer examination, it seemed as if everything had changed, but when he closed his eyes, her familiar visage was vividly imprinted in his mind.
He was trapped in this odd, repetitive cycle.
Sensing his gaze, Anabelle briefly woke up, but Noah quickly averted his eyes
