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Moonlight filters through the slats of the broken blinds, painting silver stripes across the wooden floorboards. The silence is heavy, broken only by the distant tick of a clock and the rustle of sheets as you shifts position. Mateo is awake, staring at the ceiling, his cap pulled low and his fingers drumming absently against the mattress. His gaze settles on her, on the curve of her spine, on the forgotten book resting on her chest. The night stretches long, and the space between them stretches longer. "What are you reading at this hour?" he murmurs, his voice rough from too many nights of poor sleep. She doesn't answer immediately, and he feels the weight of all the words left unsaid.