Chapter 201: Can’t sleep
Beatrix and Rhys just laid there, in silence. Beatrix was far too paralyzed to say anything.
Rhys’ hoarse voice cut through the thick emptiness in the room, his tone barely above a whisper.
"Can’t sleep?"
Beatrix shook her head, hoping she wasn’t just imagining things and he was really beside her.
"No," Beatrix finally managed to reply, her voice barely audible. She shifted slightly, turning her head to face Rhys, confirming that he was indeed there, lying beside her. His presence offered a small glimmer of comfort in the midst of the overwhelming silence that had settled between them.
Rhys reached out a hand, his fingers lightly grazing Beatrix’s arm as if to assure himself of her presence.
"Me neither," he admitted, his voice still raspy from the weight of their recent ordeal. "It’s hard to shut off my mind after everything that’s happened."
Beatrix nodded in agreement, her eyes searching Rhys’s face in the dimly lit room. She could see the exhaustion etched in his features, mirroring her own weariness. The events of the past few days had taken a toll on both of them, physically and emotionally.
There was only an arms length between them, but it felt like miles, and she missed him.
It fell silent again, and his hand played and picked at the sheet in the gap between them.
The room plunged into an overpowering silence, as if every sound had the potential to shatter the delicate serenity that hung in the air.