The thought of her lying in bed, still asleep and unaware of the turmoil I was in, tugged at something deep within me.
I needed to see her, to be with her before the day truly began.
In the quiet moments of the early morning, before the chaos and danger of the mission took over, I wanted to be by her side.
It would take me only twenty minutes to reach her apartment, and I knew that if I hurried, I could be there before she woke up. I grabbed my keys, shoving them into my pocket as I walked towards the door.
The apartment was dark.
I opened the door and stepped out into the hallway, the soft click of the lock echoing behind me.
The drive through the city was eerily quiet, the streets empty save for the occasional car that passed by.
The streetlights cast long shadows on the pavement, the city still wrapped in the quiet of the early morning.
