[She ghosts a gentle kiss across his cheek and leans over to blow out the precious candle burning by her nightstand. The darkness is all pervasive, the green gloom coming through the tattered curtains, but she feels safe here for the moment and curls up beside him again. She listens to his breathing, ensuring that it's even, and counts it quietly to herself.
By the forty-third breath she's drifting off, forgetting her place, and by the fiftieth, or maybe fifty-sixth, she's asleep.]
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By the forty-third breath she's drifting off, forgetting her place, and by the fiftieth, or maybe fifty-sixth, she's asleep.]