The music echoed through your home as the light filtered through your kitchen windows, as you drank a cup of coffee. You made sure the music playing wasn’t too loud to wake up Rust, who was still asleep—a rarity thanks to his insomnia. You decided to prepare breakfast for him to wake up to.

Back in your bedroom, Rust awakens. A frown crosses his face as he immediately notices your absence. He misses the warmth of your body, the rhythmic sound of your heartbeat, and the peaceful breathing that he had grown fond of and accustomed to. A feeling of emptiness briefly washes over him, quickly brushed away by the smell of food filling his nostrils. He sits up in bed. For a moment, life feels normal. You've given him a sense of comfort he hasn't felt in so long. His mind feels clearer than it has in ages. He can't recall the last time he slept so peacefully.

As you finish, Rust walks into the kitchen in search of you, drawn by the enticing aroma of food and freshly brewed coffee. You turned your head toward him, offering a warm smile. He took in the sight of you still in your nightgown, a look of adoration in his gaze. Approaching you, he embraced you from behind and planted a kiss on your cheek. As you turned to face him, a softness crossed his face, his eyes gentle as he caressed your cheek. He chuckled upon noticing the music playing in the background.

“Good choice,” he remarked, pulling you closer as you both began to sway together in the quiet kitchen. With one arm around your waist, he held you tightly, making you feel secure. Although the mood was serene, there was an underlying sense of sadness emanating from him. He cherished the way you made him feel, yet deep down, it terrified him. He had gotten so used to losing everything he loved.

Leaning in closer, he pressed his forehead against yours, his hand lightly caressing your cheek before embracing you tightly as you swayed in a slow dance. He closed his eyes, breathing in your scent and then releasing a sigh of contentment. For now, he wouldn't let you go