The following day, two minutes before his five in the morning alarm took off, Maxen's knee jerked.
For a second, he laid flat like a starfish on the bed whilst he gathered his thoughts. He grunted at the heaviness of his eyelids and how his eyes refused to cooperate from opening.
Overall, he was groggy from the lack of sleep, which was four hours in total, but he had a routine to follow, thus he had to get up and running, or else he would be out of focus the entire day.
Turning his head to the side, Olivia's sleeping face greeted him. He smiled at how her face glowed and was free of worry lines.
He loved seeing this serene side of Olivia—the one where she need not think of which choice to pick.
For a frozen moment in time, Maxen wanted to steal her sadness away, even for just a second. He wanted to fill the void that was slowly eating into her soul.
