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Her eyelids fluttered close as she laid almost painfully still. Her hands were folded one on top of the another against her chest as she held her breath. She remained, there, like a portrait frozen in time, counting down the seconds in her head and, it wasn't until she had reached two full minutes of laying sprawled out across the daybed as if she was dead, that she inhaled another small breath. She used to spend hours upon hours doing this little exercise again and again, trying to see how long she could go before she cracked. It used to be a fun little test and a helpful technique for when she was sneaking in and out of the different targets Dilan had selected's places. After all, a good thief could move around a room without making a sound. And yet, now, as she laid there, she pictured herself fading into the sofa cushions. It wasn't as if her petite frame took up much room on the daybed as is. She wondered what it would be like if she faded temporarily out of existence? Would anyone noticed? She knew Ken would, but then again, maybe he could fade with her or they could find a place where they both could hide away in the space between the endless responsibilities and the heart numbing reality. It was only when she finally snuck a peek back up at the stars that she notice that he had been eyeing her from inside the house.
Silently, she scooted over the tiniest bit as if to offer for him to join her if he'd like and, when he did, she instinctively found herself curling into his side. "I knew the daybed was a good idea," She mumbled against his chest after a prolonged beat. The light catching across her amber eyes as she snuck him a peek as if to check if the corner of his lips, too, would twitch up ever so slightly in reminiscence of one of the first days they knew each other.
"You sure you're okay?" She added on after another beat. Her finger tips instinctively tracing along the places his wounds would have been if he hadn't fed. She knew she was hardly in the position to ask anyone that. Not when she still hadn't felt anything since the moment she watch Dilan stab her dagger repeatedly through Hande's heart and, yet, after being cooped up in the hospital for days, watching Dilan fight off the nurses and resist help, whether it be in the form of bandages or blood, and attempting to be strong for her little sister, Leyla didn't even know where to start when it came to focusing on herself.
