Sinking Lower

***Victor***

I probably look like a stalker the way I lie here, eyes open in the middle of the night, watching the rise and fall of her chest as if the rhythm could hold me together. Hazel. My Hazel. She’s tucked against me like she belongs in the curve of my arm, her lips curved in that soft, unconscious smile that wrecks me every damn time.

She’s happy. That smile is proof enough.

And God hel