fatallybeloved replied to your post “We’re married.”
Nora laid asleep to who she seemed to believe, was her husband’s side. Her fingers held lightly to his shirt, her head tucked into his side. She looked so peaceful there it would be hard to move, but... Something more important came up, something more important caught his eye. Red, on his shirt- on his wife’s lips. Such a shade that bought the hitman part of him joy, but now knowing that this belonged to his love one..
He doesn’t understand at first. There’s blood on her lips. On his shirt. The later he might expect... only... this wasn’t his world. This wasn’t his life. This wasn’t the blood of someone he’d killed, but from Nora.
A woman he felt he loved, but he didn’t understand why.
“Nora?” Even to him, his voice sounds different. Softer, more gentle as he wakes her.