In the darkness, they hugged each other awake, waiting for dawn to arrive, who would say the long night was endless? It seemed too short for them at this moment.
Along the way, she tossed and turned, and his hand, like an old horse knowing the way, circled around her without ever letting go.
Dawn, as always, arrived on schedule.
When the day turned pale, and the rosy light ascended, Charlotte Green softly said, "It's getting light."
As her words fell, she felt the hand at her waist tighten slightly; she knew he too, like her, had not slept all night. So, she understood he had heard her, he was just pretending not to.
After hesitating, she still moved to take his hand away from her waist and told him again, "It's getting light."
Finally, the dark eyes had to slowly open.
