It was weird to feel like you're the religion of a person. Like you're their church, preacher, and deity all in one, their morning communion and nightly prayer. But that's what you are to Helena in some weird way. Maybe it's because the two know that their love can only exist in these walls. Helena never sleeps unless she’s with you, even then that’s difficult because all she wants to do is admire you.

“Just a few more hours, cuddle, please?” She grumbles whenever you shift in bed.