He thought that every thing was good as Lena eat, and smile but it wasn't.
Later in night he truly get to know what's it felt like when your world is crumbling down and you can not do anything.
He felt like crying but he also has to stay strong for her.
Dylan whispers assurance to her as Lena closes her eyes. Out side the world outside kept moving—but not inside the house
Within its walls, time slowed to match the fragile rhythm of Lena's breath.
She lay in his bed, surrounded by plush pillows, wrapped in the softest layers of linen and warmth that smelled faintly of vanilla and lavender. The curtains remained half drawn, letting just enough light seep through to reassure her it wasn't night again. Lena hated the dark now. Her body flinched every time thunder rolled, every time a door clicked too hard.
Dylan never left her side.
Not even for a moment.
