In Order Not To Die, You Must Kill
He was sleeping so peacefully that I started to hold my breath for fear that my breath might wake him. His hair, which had been tangled while he slept, was longer than before, was he thinking of growing his hair? In any case, it was perfect for me, who thought that any hairstyle would suit him.
His face, which had always been angry when he was awake, now looked calm. If I didn't know him, I might even say he's the calmest in the world. His body must have longed for a good night's sleep. I just realized that his eyelashes were so long, he looked so beautiful that I wanted to run my fingertips through his eyelashes, but I stopped doing it because I knew he would wake up the moment I did it.