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CHAPTER TWO
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DRAWING A CHAIR CLOSER TO HER BEDSIDE, he sat down, his gaze never straying from her face. The seconds seemed to play slowly, each one elongated by the weight of his anticipation. Time had taken on a surreal quality, as if it had been stretched and molded to fit the gravity of this moment. He watched her soothing sleeping form, her chest rising and falling with each serene breath. Her features were bathed in the soft light filtering through the curtains, giving her an almost ethereal glow. She was as beautiful as the sunrise in his dimming world, a breath of hope he refused to let go.
He traced the curve of her cheek with his eyes, his fingers itching to reach out and touch her, to feel the warmth of her skin beneath his fingertips. It was a longing that had consumed him since the moment she had slipped away into unconsciousness. The rhythmic cadence of her breath was a reassurance that she was still here, still fighting her way back to him. He leaned in closer, his heart a symphony of emotions that crescendoed with every beat. He wanted to whisper to her, to speak words that carried the weight of his longing and the depth of his love, but he knew that the time for words would come later. For now, he would let the silence speak for him, let his presence be a testament to the unbreakable bond they shared.
As the minutes ticked by, he let his fingers graze the back of her hand, a feather-light touch that spoke of his presence, of his patient vigil by her side. In that suspended stillness, he felt the weight of their shared history, the unspoken promises that had passed between them, and the undeniable truth that love was a force that transcended even the boundaries of consciousness.
And then, as if responding to an invisible conductor, her eyes slowly opened, revealing the universe that lay within them. The room seemed to hold its breath as the world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the two of them locked in a moment that felt both suspended and infinite. Time seemed to stand still as their gazes locked, an unspoken language flowing between them—a language that needed no words to convey the depths of their connection. It was as if their souls were engaged in a silent conversation, a dialogue that transcended the boundaries of speech.
