Another sleepless night.

It had been days since you last slept properly and you were so done with it. You were tired—exhausted, even—but you just couldn't fall asleep. Charlotte doesn't mind feeling you shift and turn around in bed every five minutes nor hearing your heavy, desperate puffs of air escaping your parted lips as you tried to get comfortable, but her heart definitely ached at the thought of you not being able to get some rest.

She had tried everything she knew to help—had made you drink all of her extravagant teas, made you meditate and to a bunch of spiritual stuff—yet nothing seemed to help. So, she decided to do what she knew best: simply be there for you. She turned around to face you before delicately cupping your cheek with her warm palm, smiling as you immediately un-tensed.

"Sweetheart..." She whispered—her voice slightly hoarse from being woken up—.