Alex tossed and turned, his mind racing with thoughts of the war and his loved ones. Silveria, sensing his restlessness, gently placed a hand on his chest. "What's wrong, my love?" she asked, her voice soft as a lullaby.
Alex hesitated, his voice barely a whisper. "I can't shake this feeling of dread. I'm worried about everyone back home, about the war. I'm afraid I won't be good enough, that I'll fail them all."
Silveria squeezed his hand reassuringly.
"You're stronger than you think, Alex. We all believe in you. And even if you stumble, we'll be there to pick you up."
Alex turned to face her, his eyes filled with gratitude. "I know you're right, but it's hard not to worry. I've lost too many people already."
"We'll get through this together," Silveria promised, her voice firm.
"We're a team, and we'll fight for what we believe in. No matter what, I'll always be by your side."
