[s]will make the coding prettier later.. I’m on mobile.. deal with it[/s]

[center][h3]Complete the Story[/h3]
[sup][h3]Untitled; Undated though circa 2018[/h3][/sup][/center]

𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 she could feel him. Lying there beside her. He liked keeping their room like an ice box with the fan on high, even in the winter time. He hated being hot, but he always climbed under the covers with her because he knew she loved it when they cuddled each other to sleep. She couldn’t help but smile as she looked at him as he still slept. The dark hair and red beard. His licks shining a beautiful golden brown, his facial hair a fire set across his features. A tame, peaceful flame. Nevertheless, it was beautiful. His face, which was normally riddled with anxiety, pain and stress, had no remnants of his worries. His forehead wrinkles, frown lines and the bags beneath his eyes were gone. This was truly her favorite time of the day, and for her, it was a rarity. Being known as a night owl, her mornings she slept away and stayed in late, so he usually woke long before her. But not today. Normally she’d have gone back to sleep, but not this time. She would cherish this moment because she of all people knew that “all good things must come to an end”. She reached a hand out to tenderly stroke his face. As her index finger trailed down his cheek, his eyes closely opened, illuminated in the light. That smile of his that she adored so much sleepily stretched across his lips as he stretched before whispering a name. [i]It wasn’t hers.[/i] Her own smile faded and before she could speak, [i]everything faded out.[/i]

She’d woken up. She was back in her room, laying beside her sleeping little one. Reality slowly began to set back in. A soft sigh left her as she wrapped her arms around her baby girl, holding her tight. She had to remind herself that some old sayings could be changed. Because only “[b]some[/b] good things must come to an end”. She at least still had one she could count on.