Waking up the next morning, Alfred felt Isra's long, silky hair tickle his face, followed by her breath. Looking down at her lying in his arms, her head nestled deep into his chest, he smiled and hugged her deeper. The toy had always been close; they knew each other better than they knew themselves, but after last night's conversation, Alfred felt like their relationship had reached its zenith.
The subtle fears Isra always had that she couldn't get rid of by herself were gone. The last wall that she had around herself had crumbled. Alfred smiled and leaned over, kissing the top of her head. His movements made her wake up with tired eyes, and looking up at Alfred, she sweetly smiled.
