. . • ☆ . ° TWILIGHT.• °:. *₊ ° . ☆
❝Your feelings and mine are all lonely
And dawn comes, you're there lying
with me And you reach out to touch
me. But I am in the twilight❞
✧ ˚ · .
FEMOCXPAULLAHOTE
☆。*...
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Lita spent the night cuddled up next to Mateo, her fingers gently threading through his curls. As the steady beeping of his heart monitor filled the room, she found herself glancing over her shoulder every few minutes to make sure the line on the monitor never stopped wavering.
"You should be sleeping, mija." Her father's warm voice broke the quiet as he entered the room.
Lita gave him a tired smile. "I'm not tired," she lied.
Her father chuckled softly. "I'll keep an eye on him. You should get some rest."
"No, no. You have work in the morning—" she protested, but he waved her off.
"I'll be alright," he insisted.
With a reluctant sigh, Lita finally gave in, her eyes growing heavy as the jet lag caught up with her. She drifted off, trusting her father to keep watch.
The following days passed in much the same way. Lita only left the hospital a few times to bring her luggage home, but she quickly returned with a bag of clothes, deciding to stay by Mateo's side until he was ready to leave too.
