Desperate Dreams
The room remained still, as if holding its breath, as Raiver poured out his desperate plea.
His voice carried a mixture of love, desperation, and a hint of hope, echoing through the chamber of silence.
The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, the intensity of his emotions were unspeakable.
The gentle rise and fall of Naria's chest persisted, barely noticeable but not entirely absent.
A flicker of anticipation stirred within Raiver's heart as he clung to the possibility that his beloved might hear his words, that his love could transcend the barriers of her slumber.
Time stood suspended, allowing Raiver to linger in the depths of his vulnerability, his soul bared before the still figure before him.
The minutes stretched on, each passing second felt like an eternity, as he willed the universe to grant his earnest plea.