It was already in the middle of the night when a black figure jumped inside a room through the window. His movement were swift and silent as he approached the woman laying on the bed, sleeping.
He crouched down at the side of the bed and stared at her sleeping face, he couldn't help thinking that she was really beautiful, so beautiful that his heart started to pound at the sight of her.
He used his fingers to brush her hair from her face and noticed that she was covered in sweat. Frowning, he pulled the blanket off of her and leaned closer to her face. He could see her lips moving, whispering something that he could not hear and then her body was shaking slightly.
"Mira." He called and shook her trying to wake her up but she didn't budge.
She continued whispering and the urge to hear w
