Sleep had finally washed over her, both due to mental and physical exhaustion. Her head was placed over his arm, whereas his palm was gently stroking her head to make sure to give her as much comfort as possible.
His cerulean eyes were peering down at her. He hadn't slept a wink that entire night because he was aware of her being awake, and even of those moments when she grabbed that knife to take his life but couldn't.
Besides, having a sleepless night was not something foreign for him. He had been enduring such nights, since the day he had started understanding the need of sleep in a life.
His eyes remained glued at her face. He was aware of that inner turmoil she was facing. He was aware of that battle which her heart and head was fighting and how much it was hurting her. He was awa
