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Eleana stared at Magnus’ sleeping form beside her. His steady breathing is envious. He sleeps so well as if there are no troubles to keep him awake. Meanwhile, her eyes are wide open. All awake, restless. She’s just grateful that as she faces these trials, he is here beside her at the end of the day. She grazed her fingers on his face, feeling the chilling skin of his. As result, he stirred in his sleep. Slowly, he opened his eyes and immediately met hers. “I’m sorry to wake you,” she whispered, putting her fingers aside. He grabbed her and make her fall to his chest. She crawled up to bury her face on his neck, inhaling his scent. Sighing, she tightened her hold on him even more. Tangled in sheets and bodies so close, this is what she longed to have. To feel welcomed, to feel like she