It was roughly 3 or 4 AM, the night was cool and quiet and the only noise that could be heard was your breathing and the campfire outside in the centre of camp. Charles had woken up after he’d had an interesting dream, he’d been walking down the streets of some quiet town as he’d found you, and you ran into his arms before he woke up.

He felt you warm and near, leaning down to gently kiss your hair while you lay sleeping with his grateful tears. He loved you.