My weakness

Chapter 23 : Rest in peace.

TW : this chapter might affect some user's sensitivity.

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Feeling a sense of responsibility and the need to attend to something, Jesse gently released his arms from around Billie as he prepared to leave the bed. The room, once cocooned in a tranquil ambiance, now held a subtle shift in energy.

Carefully disentangling himself, Jesse made sure not to disturb Billie's peaceful sleep. He moved with a quiet grace, mindful of the delicate balance between maintaining the connection they shared and attending to the matters that required his attention.

As he stood by the bedside, Jesse took a moment to glance back at Billie, her form softened by the dim light. A flicker of concern crossed his features, a silent acknowledgment of the complexities that sometimes accompanied the quiet moments of the night.

With a deep breath, Jesse began to move toward the edge of the bed, his steps careful and measured. The room retained a lingering sense of intimacy, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of reluctance to disrupt the serene atmosphere.

As Jesse quietly left the bed, his phone vibrated on the nearby nightstand, signaling an incoming call. Glancing at the screen, he noticed it was his mom. With a sense of responsibility, he picked up the phone, stepping away to answer the call without disturbing Billie's peaceful slumber.

"Hey, Mom," Jesse spoke softly into the phone, mindful of the tranquil atmosphere in the room.

Upon receiving the call from his mom, Jesse's expression shifted to one of concern as he listened attentively to her words. The urgency in her tone conveyed a sense of importance, and Jesse understood that he needed to respond to her request.

With a sigh, he glanced back at the peaceful scene in the bedroom, reluctant to disrupt the tranquility that enveloped Billie. However, the call from his mom signaled a call to action, pulling him away from the intimate moments they had shared.

"I need to go," Jesse murmured to himself, grappling with the decision to leave the room. He walked back to the bedside, briefly watching Billie sleep, a mixture of emotions crossing his face.

Gently, he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on Billie's forehead, a silent promise of his return. As he straightened up, a resolve settled within him, and he quietly gathered his belongings.

"Hey, my love," he murmured, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "I have to go for a bit. My mom needs me. I'll be back soon."

Despite her deep slumber, Jesse could hear the soft and steady rhythm of Billie's breathing.

Mm-hmm," she murmured in her sleep, the syllables barely audible. Her response, though faint, held an undertone of trust, as if she sensed the reassurance in Jesse's words even in the realms of her dreams.

Jesse took one last look at the peacefully sleeping Billie, his heart warmed by her serene response. With a quiet resolve, he left the room, knowing that their connection transcended the waking world, and he would return to her side soon.

As Jesse reached his mom's house, a wave of concern washed over him. The front door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit interior. His mom, a figure of strength throughout his life, now appeared weak and fragile, her vulnerability accentuated by the subdued lighting.

"Mom," Jesse whispered, his voice carrying both worry and tenderness. He rushed to her side, noticing the weariness etched on her face. The air inside felt heavy with unspoken concerns, and the room seemed to shrink around the weight of the situation.

His mom managed a faint smile, a feeble attempt to reassure her son. "I'm glad you're here," she said, her voice betraying a weariness that echoed in the tired lines on her face.