The moon is full, its borrowed light seeped inside the window, leaving long thin strips of illumination, shedding a strange and vague clarity inside the room. The curtains swayed once in a while, creating a blanket of shadow over the floor. The night is cold, but the couch in which he sat and the woman sleeping peacefully on the bed gave a strange warmth inside him. It is their second night, the second time she asked him to stay watch. To protect her from what she feared. He was never one to compromise, but why is he here then?He has always been selfish, but the day she begged for his help, the day she brushed her lips on his made him feel alive, wanted and needed. Not in a way all the other women needed him, she needed him as a pillar, a wall, a protector. He crumbled, he agreed without thinking. What she managed to bring forth from within him is something powerful. It feels like the time he spent with her during her days of unconsciousness, talking to her, humming to her h
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