Midnight Tears

Midnight settled over the quiet bedroom when she suddenly jolted awake, her heart pounding as memories of her aggressive father flooded her mind. Beside her, her husband slept peacefully, his crimson hair falling messily across his forehead. She slowly sat up, pulling the blanket around herself as she tried to steady her trembling breath. The memories felt painfully real, bringing back the fear she'd carried for years. Tears gathered in her eyes, and she lowered her head, crying softly in the darkness, careful not to wake him. But her husband stirred, noticing the empty space beside him. Half-asleep, he turned toward her and gently wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her carefully against his chest. She clung to his shirt, her shoulders trembling as he held her close, his hand soothingly stroking her hair. Even with her father's shadow lingering in her memories, she slowly found comfort in the warmth of her husband's embrace, letting her tears fall until exhaustion finally began to ease her trembling heart.