She cried uneasily, like a child who had lost her way in the night.
James Black thought, perhaps, he hadn't done enough, which was why she felt so insecure.
Lying together, she curled up in his arms with un-dried tear stains on her face, her hands clutching the corner of his pajamas tightly, as if terrified of being abandoned.
James Black's hand gently caressed her face, before he lowered his head and kissed her eyes softly.
"Good girl, close your eyes and sleep," James Black coaxed softly.
"Then when I wake up tomorrow morning, will you kiss me?" asked the person in his arms, sounding aggrieved.
"Yes," James Black murmured, curving the corners of his mouth in a slight smile, hoping she would remember what she said before sleep once she sobered up the next day.
Having received a reassuring answer, the little drunkard closed her eyes.
This time, she really fell into a deep sleep after just a short while.
