She was laying in a hospital bed numb and motionless. He was standing there beside her. She was unable to focus her eyes to see him, even as close as he was, still she could hear his voice, so strangely soothing under such circumstances.
Everything is going to be all right, little one -said he- now stay really still, okay?
And there was a sudden cold tinge going up her spine, just before she passed out. The last time they were together was very different: he remembered the eyes open wide, the dilligent hands... The way he playfully slid the dress he picked out for her, as she helped to pull down his black T-shirt, passing his head though, and how she carefully stroke his hair back in place afterwards.
That was three months ago, before he left on a night like any other. Without any explanation, or an aparent reason. There were many hurtful questions not ready to be answered -or even ready to be asked-. A few hours later, when the effect of the meds had worn out, she´d wake up and innocently smile back at him. It was quiet between them.
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