" Fear does not stop death. It stops life." - Unknown.
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Heaven woke up as soon as the sunlight peeked through the window. Yawning, she stretched in bed. Her muscles felt better today, which she was thankful for because she had a lot to do. She couldn't let fear make her weak and stop her from living her everyday life and being productive.
She glanced at Zamiel, who he was sleeping next to her. He made minimalistic movements when asleep; she realized. Even his breathing was nearly nonexistent. Almost as if he was dead. It must be an ancient thing, she thought.
Pushing herself up on an elbow, she reached for his face. Removing the hair, she let her fingers slide over his sculpted cheek and jaw. "Zamiel." She called gently.
