Lennox's POV
Everything felt heavy.
My body… my head… even my heart.
I wasn't sure where I was. My mind floated between light and darkness, pain and peace. I heard voices—some loud, some soft. But one stood out.
Olivia's voice.
Even in my sleep, I felt her. Heard her. Smelled her scent—soft, warm, comforting. Like home.
I tried to open my eyes, but they felt too heavy. My body didn't want to move. Still, I wasn't alone. I could feel a hand in mine. Warm. Gentle. Familiar.
I wanted to wake up. I wanted to see her.
Slowly, my body started to respond. My fingers twitched. My breathing deepened. My eyelids fluttered open, though the light stung my eyes.
It took a moment, but then I saw her.
Curled beside me on the bed, her head resting near my arm. Her hand still holding mine like she never wanted to let go.
She was asleep.
Even in sleep, she looked so beautiful. So tired… but peaceful. There were dried tears on her cheeks, and I wondered if they were for me.
My heart ached.
