Jules

Hades~

I stood over her, watching as she squirmed and mumbled incoherently in her sleep, her brows drawn in a disturbed expression. I lit a cigarette and took a long drag. The soft glow cast faint, wavering shadows over her face as I stood by the window, watching her. She was curled up on the small settee, looking far too fragile, clutching that damn sketchpad like it was her lifeline. Her lips moved, words slipping out in fragments, tangled in whatever dreams or nightmares haunted her. The restless rise and fall of her chest, the small tremors of her body—it all betrayed a vulnerability she tried so hard to hide.