clutches of fate
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Late at Night
Hours passed, and the room grew quieter as the night deepened. I glanced over at her, only to find her asleep on the couch, her cheek resting on one hand, peaceful and unguarded. She looked so beautiful, her face illuminated by the soft glow of the television. Smiling to myself, I leaned down and whispered, "For someone who wanted to stay up, you didn't last very long."
Checking the time, I realized it was well past 1 a.m. Carefully, I scooped her up in my arms, holding her close as I carried her to her room. The soft, steady rhythm of her breathing was comforting, almost lulling me into a state of calm.
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