The night stretched even deeper and everything became silent. The only thing that could be heard was the sound of chirping insects and owl hoots coming from the forest.
And from the cottage, a constant soft knock on the door every twenty seconds. She refused to leave. She was never going to leave till he opened the door and looked at her.
And she was getting worried about him. If he had fallen asleep, he would start having those nightmares, and if he didn't, he would be in pain by now. She wanted to rip the door open and go to him, but the house meant so much that she didn't want to spoil anything.
"Zeke?" She would call every five minutes.
The silence was making her very restless.
Her cheeks were blotched and sticky with dried tears.
"Zeke… please…" she whispered again, her forehead now pressed against the wooden door. She didn't even have the strength to cry anymore, just soft, trembling whimpers escaping her every few minutes.
And then, she heard a sound.
