Iris couldn't sleep.
Every time she tried to close her eyes, she experienced an unfounded fear, afraid that Morgan's soft breaths would just disappear without her noticing.
Dusk has been replaced by a night, the sound of insects from the bushes shouting followed by an owl from behind the tall trees, Iris pressed her body closer to Morgan, the man still has an icy temperature even though no matter how many layers of blankets Iris puts on him no effect.
"Morgan … please don't leave me."
How many times had those words been said from the woman's mouth, and her eyes always filled with tears after that. She suddenly missed all the poisonous words Morgan had said. She also missed the way he hugged her and whispered soothingly to her. She also missed the soft wolf fur she touched.
Morgan didn't answer Iris' words, neither did he open his eyes, Iris didn't know if Morgan would wake up or would slowly die.
