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"Sleepwalk"
-SANTO & JOHNNY

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Distant noises led to your eyes cracking open ever-so-slightly, the light from downstairs beaming through the slit in the door.

Talking.

Arguing.

    It's muffled by the door being closed, but definitely still audible. You knew it was late, by there being no light shining through the window.

         Your curiosity got the better of you, your arms guiding your body out of the guest bed and into the hallway. You look over the small balcony railing.

   "What if it was you who did it, huh?! I won't ever know, and I'll have to have that weight on my shoulders!" Mrs. Emily's voice cracks as tears begin to form in her eyes.

   "Listen, sweetheart, I didn't do it. I have no reason at all to even think of doing something as horrid as murder! Please, believe me." Henry slowly takes a step towards his wife before she takes twice as many steps back.

  "Don't touch me. I can't trust you, anymore, I'm sorry. I'm worried about the kids."
 
      Henry tried to reason with his wife. "Please, I never would even think of doing something like that." His wife only turns her head away as she wiped her tears away before she ran out of the house to her car.

   You slowly stepped down the steps, the bottom board creaking—Henry's eyes immediately snapped to where you stood. A surprised, almost horrified expression planted onto his face.
   
      He looks down, in thought for a moment, completely aware that you heard and understood what went down. You slowly stepped towards him and wrapped your arms around his torso. He melted into the hug, sighing as he rested his hands on the small of your back.

  "Thank you." He mumbled quietly.

"Anytime."

Creaking in the stairs caused Henry to jump, making eye contact with a child, his arms releasing from you. Sammy's eyes soon met yours.

"Where's mom?" His little voice said, rubbing his eyes as he walked towards us. Henry knelt down in front of his child. "Mommy's not very happy with dad right now, okay? I'm.. not sure when she'll be back."

   "Will she ever be back?" Sammy asks.

  "I..." he looks back at you. "I don't know. But I can tell you that she loves you very much."

      Sammy starts to tear up. Henry embraces his son in a hug, stands up with Sammy in his arms. The child turns his head towards you, to which you wave a little. His small hand waved back, his smile mirroring yours.

  "You should get back to bed, Sam. It's rather late." You said, the child looking at you.

He pouted. "But I don't wanna."

"Come on." You took him from Henry's arms. "Let's tuck you in."

   You walk upstairs with Sammy and into his shared room with Charlie before putting him in his bed.

   "Goodnight, Sammy."

"Goodnight. I love you." The child says.

You were utterly shocked by his words, almost not being able to get your words together, muttering an 'I love you too, Sammy' before leaving.

   You quietly closed the door and headed back downstairs. Henry sat in the dining room, head in his hands as he lets the events that just occurred relive in his head.

   You placed a hand on his shoulder, his eyes gazing up at you as he slouched slightly in the chair.

   "Are you really okay?" You asked, knowing very well of his answer.

He was quiet.

"No."

You let out a sigh, giving him a concerned look. "I didn't think so. You should get to bed."

"I can't. Sleeping is something I can only do once in a blue moon." He leans back in his chair, staring off into the wall.

  "I'm really sorry Henry. About everything."

  "It's fine. Maybe she won't leave and she's just having an episode of some sort." He attempts to rationalize his wife's actions, eyes flickering back to yours.

  "I hope so."

  "You should get some rest." He said softly, standing up from his seat at the dinner table.

"You should as well." Your arms crossed as you stared up to him.

"There's no point." He said, sighing.

"You can always try" You shrugged your shoulders as he ran his fingers through his light hair.

"..Alright. Might as well. Goodnight." Your name rolled off of his tongue as he brushed past you to walk upstairs.

"Night."