Night of Comfort

Bab Tak Berjudul 1

The room is dark, lit only by the faint glow of the moon filtering through the curtains. You lies on the bed, tossing and turning, your thoughts refusing to settle despite the exhaustion weighing on you. You sigh in frustration, pulling the blankets tighter around yourselves but finding no comfort.

The door opens quietly, and Sylus steps in, his expression as unreadable as ever. His eyes narrow slightly as he takes in the sight of the restless figure on the bed. Without a word, he crosses the room and stops beside the bed, his cold presence almost palpable.

"You should be asleep by now," Sylus says, his voice cool and matter-of-fact. It's not a suggestion—it's an observation, as if it's absurd that anyone would be awake at this hour.

You huffs, turning away from him. "I know, but I'm not. What's it to you, anyway?"

Sylus raises an eyebrow, his gaze unwavering. "You're exhausted. Lying awake like this is pointless."

You turns back to face him, stubbornness in your expression. "I can't just switch off my brain like you can, Sylus. It's not that simple."

"Why are you so stubborn about this?"

"I'm not being stubborn. I just can't stop thinking about everything."

Sylus raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms as he stands by the bed. "Thinking about what, exactly? Because whatever it is, it's clearly keeping you from resting. And you're only making yourself more tired."

You sighs, frustration evident. "It's just... everything. There's too much on my mind. I can't just turn it off."

For a moment, Sylus says nothing, his face remaining impassive. Then, with a sigh that's almost imperceptible, he sits down on the edge of the bed, careful not to disturb the blankets too much. "Overthinking won't solve anything. You're only making it worse."

"I don't need a lecture right now," you realize your tone a mix of frustration and fatigue. "I just... I just need to deal with this on my own."

"You're too stubborn for your own good," he says, not unkindly, just teasing tone.

You falls silent, staring at him with a mix of defiance and uncertainty. You know he's right, but admitting it feels like giving in, and you're not ready to do that—not yet.

Sylus seems to sense this, and after a moment, he shifts slightly closer. "You're not going anywhere," he says quietly, the words almost surprising in their gentleness. "At least for now, I'm willing to be here. So stop fighting yourself and rest."

You shifts under the blankets, voice muffled but sharp. "I'm not being stubborn. I just can't stop thinking about everything."

Sylus raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms as he stands by the bed. "Thinking about what, exactly? Because whatever it is, it's clearly keeping you from resting. And you're only making yourself more tired."

You sighs, frustration evident. "It's just... everything. There's too much on my mind. I can't just turn it off."

Sylus's expression softens slightly, though he still looks as if he's wrestling with the best way to handle the situation. He watches you for a moment, taking in the way you still look restless, unable to find peace. With a slight smirk playing at the corner of his lips, he finally speaks.

"You know," Sylus begins, his tone low and laced with a teasing edge, "most people would be asleep by now. But not you, of course. So, what do you suggest we do about it?"

You turns to face him, blinking in surprise at the unexpected hint of humor in his voice. "We?" you ask, raising an eyebrow. "You're the one who disturd me. Why don't you tell me?"