44. Killing Her

"Tears dry, but the pain drowns."

~Perry Poetry

1 week later..

I was laying down on my bed with a small smile on my face, my fingers playing with the dark locks of my husband whose half body was resting on top of mine.

I glanced down at his naked upper body, his head was resting above my breasts using them as a pillow. The sight made me blush furiously.

My fingers tangled and untangled between his soft locks. He was in deep slumber as I continued peering at him like a creep but I didn't care.

It was rare to see a calm Alessandro, even during his sleep he used to have this attentive aura around him, a slight movement from me and he was up.

But these past couple of days he's been sleeping soundly as if a weight has been lifted from his shoulder.