War is something that cannot be described. The demons that come with the cries of the wounded and dying stay with those who care for the wounded forever. The angels on the battlefield pay a price for those they protect, not only in battle, but forever. They bear a cross no one can see for the rest of their lives. Only the support of those who love them help make the cross bearable.
He can't sleep, writhing in the oversized bed, the stiff sheets holding him to the demons that haunt him when his eyes are closed. Finally he awakes his heart pounding, his forehead dripping with sweat, as the cries of his name drift from his mind, and return to the dreams that haunted him.
He turns to her, the red haired beauty that shares his bed this night. The sin of her presence drifts to his nose, he can still smell her heat wafting from her as she lies there peacefully, her long red locks draped over her face, resting on her angel white skin. He studies her, and envies the current peace she resides in, and is angry with himself when she wakes from it feeling his gaze. "Everything all right my love?" she asks her eyes full of concern, she knows only that his demons exist but could never imagine their origin.
His eyes betray him the have retained the glassiness from his torment as he answers her simply "yes of course."
She rolls to him, holding him, knowing that she is to pretend to believe his lie. She kisses him, her lips slightly parted as her tongue meets his sweat covered lips, she entangles her fingers into his curly hair pulling her to him. She kisses him lightly, her tongue circling his lips before exploring deeper. The kiss holds for a few seconds, before she realizes the actual lack of sleep in his eyes. "he hasn't really slept all nightβ¦perhaps days." she thinks to herself as she rolls over to see the time.
She decides to turn on the TV, if he is to deny himself sleep, then perhaps she can guilt him into it by staying up with him. She arises from the covers, and spies the remote across the room above the TV, within reach from the end of the bed. She pushes the covers forward and begins to crawl forward to retrieve the remote.