Nicholas entered Persie's room with the lightest of footsteps, careful not to disturb his slumber.
The soft glow of the bedside lamp revealed the tranquil scene, casting a warm ambiance across the room.
He knelt at the edge of the bed, his heart heavy with a mixture of determination and affection. Gently, he brushed a stray strand of hair away from Persie's peaceful face, his touch tender.
Closing his eyes, Nicholas placed two fingers on each temple, his mind focused and centered.
The room fell into a hushed stillness as he delved into a moment of introspection, seeking clarity and resolve.
Ten seconds passed, each heartbeat resonating with a profound sense of purpose. Opening his eyes, Nicholas released his grip on Persie, his gaze fixed upon him with unwavering intensity.
