C124 Don't Want to Let Go

She walked over gently and stood in front of the bed. She heard the man's soft breathing, then he sat on the edge of the bed and tilted his head to look at his face. The man's eyes were closed, and he was asleep, but his brow was furrowed even when he was asleep.

It was quiet. It was really quiet.

As if she could hear a pin drop, she looked at his face, saw how deeply he slept