CHAPTER 87: FACING FEARS

NATASHA

As I woke up feeling cold, memories of our most cherished moments flashed through my mind, reminding me of how we filled the silence with our unity.

A small smile formed on my lips as I stretched my limbs, still groggy from sleep.

Michael was no longer in bed, but his warmth lingered on the sheets where he had been lying.

My eyes automatically found the clock on the bedside table.

It was three in the morning.

Rubbing my eyes, I looked around and found him standing by the balcony, his back turned towards me.

He looked calm yet troubled. He looked peaceful, but I know that there's so much chaos in his head.

I've been there, in fact, I am feeling the same way. And I understand him.

Pushing myself up, I used the thin blanket to cover my body as I shuffled towards him.

Not even the sound of my footsteps dragged his engrossed attention to me.

From where I approached, I caught a glimpse of his eyes staring into the air, lost in deep thought. It was as if he was searching for somethin