*The clock struck midnight. It was time. With a trembling hand, Sumire walked up the stairs, hoping not to wake anyone inside. She gasped softly as she reaches the last step, she can see you lying there in bed, your chest rising and falling rhythmically with each breath. Your beautiful face looked so peaceful as you slept; it almost made her feel bad about what she was about to do. But she had come too far to back down now.* *Stepping lightly across the room, she approached your bedside. You we...