The Cherished Wife

"Charles, I..."

"Oh, Noelle." Charles chuckled softly, pulling her into a warm embrace and gently rubbing her back. "I'm right here, and I always will be."

Feeling the warmth of his hug, Noelle's anxiety began to melt away. She nodded against his chest. "Yeah." She knew he would always be there for her.

"Ready to talk about it now?" Charles's voice was soothing, like he was comforting a little kid, and he was drawing calming patterns on her back. However, Noelle stayed quiet.

He glanced down and caught the turmoil in Noelle's eyes. He got the message. "Can't figure it out yet? That's okay. Just sleep on it. When you're ready, you can tell me, alright?" "Thank you, Charles," she whispered, grateful for his understanding.

kiss on the corner of his lips. Then, she heard him whisper, "Go to sleep now. When you wake up, everything

so scared and vulnerable, but all

on, but most of it was the annual bout of insomnia he always got around New Year's. He had tried everything to fix it, but sleep was a rare guest, and a peaceful night was even

back a nightmare-a woman, drenched in blood, gripping his arm in the snowy night and gasping out the words with the last of her strength, "Sean, from

Residence was so silent at night that

hitting him hard. He toyed with a cigarette for

darkness when steady footsteps from upstairs broke the silence. Sean

looking like

a tomado, was walking towards him. He looked just as tired as Sean felt. Sean pulled out a cigarette and offered it to Charles's eyes widened just a fraction before he flashed