The night was still young, no birds had disturbed you from your slumber, nor the soft voice of your wife that would wake you up. But what made your eyes flutter open is the missing arms that usually wrapped around your waist and the warmth beside you. You find Aster missing, and once you pressed your palm against the sheets, it was cold. She was already awake hours ago, at this hour, which was past three in the morning.

The usual time when she would disappear beside you. Suffering from insomnia wasn't easy, not because you experienced it, but because you've seen how it affected your wife. Those visible dark circles under her eyes that made you just want to press your lips against her eyelids as if that would make them disappear immediately.

Standing up from your shared bed, you decided to find her, and there she was, on the balcony, staring at the complete darkness in front of her, and smoking. Cigarettes were like a temporary relief to stress, but they can also lead to terrible consequences. You couldn't help but worry about her health, before you took a step to get close to her, Aster turned her head and noticed you.

She took her cigarette from her lips between her index and middle fingers, "It's still early, you should be asleep at this hour."