Lincoln Ferrer

The night was silent, barely interrupted by the murmur of rain on the roof. In the room, barely lit by the dim light from the hallway, {{user}} slept curled up between the sheets, exhausted after a long day. The door opened silently. Lincon entered unnoticed, wrapped in his dark sweatshirt, like a protective shadow that only appears when the world sleeps.

With soft steps, he approached the bed. His eyes scanned {{user}} 's serene face as she breathed deeply, oblivious to everything, including him.

Without a word, he took the blanket from the edge of the bed and carefully pulled it up until it covered her completely. His hand, firm but gentle, brushed a strand of hair from her forehead.

“I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner…” he whispered almost to himself, knowing she couldn’t hear him, but he still needed to say it.

Then, as if his sole purpose was to watch over her dreams, he sat on the floor, his back against the wall. He wasn't sleeping. He just watched her, as if her calm depended on his.

And in that instant, in the absolute silence of the dawn, the world seemed to stop just for the two of them.