(NOTE: THIRD PERSON’S POV)
In the silence within the room where Annika was, there was a mysterious man who was sitting on the bed beside her and was continuously caressing her cheek with his thumb. Every touch and sensation the man felt in his fingers made him think that he was dreaming – a kind of dream that he had been thinking of for a long time. However, aside from admiration towards Annika who was in front of him, there was also fear in his eyes; fear that Annika would run away from him and leave him again.
The man’s hand slowly moved from Annika’s cheek up to her hair, and he soothingly touched it, burying his fingers on the locks of her hair and feeling how perfect it was. As if that was not enough for the man, still longing for more touch, he slid his hand to her forehead,
