(Jenessy's journal. Midnight.)
Tonight, I listened to the sound of him sleeping - his slow, steady breaths and his occasional grunts. I listened to him while my eyes were closed... I synced my breathing to him... I whispered words I wouldn't dare tell him when his awake.
I should have whispered more. Just for the sake of it.
It was 100 days since the first day I sent him a message. Up to today, he remains as beautiful.
