Chapter 4
The small warm breeze from the sliver of open window moves the drapes slightly. I see the rise and fall of her chest as she inhales and exhales in her deep sleep. Maybe if I wait a little longer she'll be fully under and then I can try it again.
I'm leaning over her a little. Her expression is of calm but when my fingers trace her check, that little pucker between her eyebrows appears again. I move my hand back but not my body. I don't want to be far from her. I know it's stupid of me but I can't help it. She so beautiful and she should be mine by now. But still I can't seam to take her. She's much too precious to me to have that fate. Much too young.
I've never felt like this.
I know that I'm just stalling. I know that she has to go. But I can't seam to make a choice.