He had no choice but to stop and withdraw from her body.
He took a tissue from the desk beside him and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"Look at you, how many times have you cried recently? Your eyes are always swollen and red, and never seem to recover." He quietly held her in his arms, naturally noticing the melancholy aura around her lately.
Eva Miller didn't say anything, just leaned against his chest and closed her eyes.
She could feel his heart beating strong and rhythmic, and her breathing gradually steadied.
"Good night." He gently kissed her smooth forehead, then reached out to turn off the bedside lamp.
...
When Eva Miller woke up, it was already noon. It was the most restful sleep she had in recent days.
She turned over, but the space next to her was empty.
"Luke Land, ..." she called out his name, but looking around, he was nowhere to be found.
