The night was peaceful, the silence of the house only interrupted by the regular ticking of the clock in the living room. Ezran and I had spent the evening on the couch watching a movie he insisted on choosing—a romantic comedy that amused Anna and Paolo more than me. Ezran, however, had spent most of the film gently teasing me or stealing kisses whenever a predictable scene appeared.
Now, he was sleeping soundly next to me, his head slightly tilted, his arm resting on the back of the couch. I watched him, a warm feeling settling in my chest. He had a way of turning each simple moment into something comforting, something I didn't want to lose.
Yet, despite this apparent calm, when I closed my eyes, the dreams returned.
