Relaxed and tranquil, the darkness of night washed over the sleeping form, like a blanket lovingly arranged by a mother. There was no pain as it finally ebbed its way from the slumbering form, no longer to haunt and torment; its remnants swirling into an outstretched vial.
This respite would last a bit longer than other times.
Those eyes would no longer need to watch over all. No longer would they need to recompense the ghosts of yesteryear or what could have been reflected in a pair of warm chocolate eyes. Her eyes were truly remarkable.
They could finally sleep.