As dawn slowly broke through the night, Christopher watched his wife peacefully sleeping in his arms. A rarity this was. Because with the return of her memory, her traumatic experiences had returned, causing her to be plagued with nightmares that left her screaming and breaking into cold sweats... He knew she hated waking up like that with helplessness and even though she understood that it was not something she could control and even the strongest people suffered from PTSD. And seeing her like this, made him ache
But, now in this moment, as she slept peacefully, he smiled and placed a small peck on her hair. They were finally together heart, body and soul with no barriers between them. Other than the fact that they had not spoken those fateful words but he would do that soon as well.
