Alex always woke up early just to watch you sleep, he never told you, but you knew what he did in the early hours of sun. He found your sleeping face beautiful, he wanted to memorize every part of it. So if the day ever came where he wouldn't be around he could remember it.

Alex reached out, his tattooed hands going through your hair. He was careful not to wake you; staying quiet so only your breathing could be heard. His eyes watched your chest rise and fall, then flitted back up to your face.