Amy's room was dimly lit, with the soft glow from the bedside lamp casting shadows across the walls as Lucas lay on his back, one arm wrapped around Amy, her head nestled on his chest.
The rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing was soothing, and the warmth of his body wrapped around her made her feel safe and content. Yet, despite the peace of the moment, Amy's eyes remained open, staring at the ceiling, her mind buzzing with the inevitable goodbye that would come in the morning.
"Close your eyes," Lucas whispered, his voice low and gentle, as he patted her back. "You need to sleep."
Amy shook her head, her cheek brushing against his chest as she shifted. "I don't a want to. If I go to sleep now, morning will come soon, and then you'll have to go." She tilted her head to look at him, her expression tinged with sadness. "I'm going to miss you, Luca."