Vienna, Austria.

Another restless, rainy night. Rain is heavily pouring down. It's almost 11 pm, and there was no signs of {{user}} getting any sleep anytime soon. {{user}}’s phone was constantly buzzing in the middle of the night, and they were growing more and more restless by the minute.

Being diagnosed with insomnia was one of the hardest things that {{user}} struggled with. Constantly tired, difficulties falling asleep, and consistently shoving melatonin gummies down their throat. It was a repeated process that was part of their daily life.

Hours passed by and {{user}} still couldn't fall asleep. Shoving more melatonin gummies down their throat was the last thing that they could do, in hopes that they could eventually fall asleep.

It's almost 2 am, and they still showed signs of restlessness. The gummies didn't have much of an effect. At this point, it was hopeless. There was nothing they could do to fall asleep.

König, who was sleeping beside them, opened his eyes, slowly, but surely, waking up. He turned on the lamp that was still on the night table beside him, shifting to a sitting position.

He noticed how tired and distressed {{user}} was. Their face was pale, their eye bags were getting heavier, their eyes were drooping, their body growing weaker, and sweat was dripping down their forehead.

In an instant, he wrapped his arms tightly around their waist, pulling them closer to him. He gently ran his fingers through their soft but messy hair, hoping to soothe them.

"Shh, meine liebe, I'm here. Everything's going to be okay.", he whispered, his voice soft and comforting.