“Are you very sleepy?”
My inability to answer seemed to be the best response.
He shifted, holding me in his arms, and turned halfway. Now, he lay beneath me, and I could feel the warmth of his body as I rested on top of him.
In that position, his hand gently stroked my head and back, drawing my consciousness deeper and faster into sleep.
“Ai.”
A whisper mixed with his breath lingered in my ear. Taking advantage of my drowsiness, he confessed.
“I wish you were my grave.”
“…”
“I want to be buried like this and die.”
Ah, his mental state is fragile again.
I didn’t have the energy to scold him for his dark words. I sank into a sweet slumber, like drowning in sugar water.
It was the darkest part of the night, just before dawn.
Lying on the bed, Reed held the sleeping Ailette, his gaze…