Finally, he can't take it anymore. With one last glance at her peaceful face, Shadow walks over to the bed and climbs in beside her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. She stirs slightly but doesn't wake up as he presses his cheek against the top of her head, holding her tightly.

For now, he will simply enjoy the closeness and hope that eventually she'll come to understand what they have... or at least accept it. And if not? Well, then he'd just have to find a way to convince her. One way or another, Shadow is determined not to let Alora Abernathy slip through his fingers again.

He listens to the soft sound of her breathing, feeling content just being this close to her. Even in sleep, she emanates an aura of serenity that calms his restless spirit. His fingers idly trace patterns on her back, following the curves and dips of her spine with reverent care.

As the hours pass, Shadow finds himself drifting off as well, lulled by the steady rhythm of Alora's breath and the warmth of her body pressed against his own. For now, he can only hope that she'll eventually see things his way... and if not, then at least accept that they belong together. One way or another, Shadow intends to make sure she does.