Nights passed, wonderful nights, everything was so calm, an unforgettable peace, beautiful peace isn't it? it was just what they both needed. Just during one night, plat, plat, there was a ticking, plat plat, a delicate noise, plat, plat, a sound that slowly got louder, plat, plat, of drops of The water that hit the window gently cradled the writer who finally gave himself a break from his creations, slowly closed his eyelids and fell into a well-deserved deep sleep. A faint blue light softly illuminated the room, he looked at his side, his beloved, oh his beloved, he can't help but smile even just at the sight of him, what wouldn't those hands do to help him or make him happy, he gently caressed him ,his cheek with his thumb, following this gesture, a mist, a shadow surrounded him and little by little it increased, incorporating his beloved with it, and the more the shadow increased, the more his beloved disappeared, he went into panic, he took his hand with some failed and unexpected attempts to save him, but everything was useless, the shadow was wandering everywhere, he was trembling, he was scared, he didn't have the faintest idea of what was happening. After a while the shadow embraced him and a cold breath hit him and looking at his hands, they were like pitch, the panic was increasingly higher, he moved suddenly and searched the halls of his palace for even the smallest mirror, the fatigue , haste and fear were not good helpers but he still managed to find a small cracked mirror in which to reflect himself "...the eyes..the eyes".

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Sorry for the wait and the small size of the chapter but I'm in a big block, I hope I can get back to writing. :(