Third person's POV
Liora sat close beside her grandfather’s bed, their hands loosely entwined. His skin was frail,thinner than she remembered. His fingers were still strong in shape but lacked the warmth she had always associated with him. He looked small beneath the blankets, his shoulders not as broad, his chest rising and falling with slow, deliberate effort beneath the oxygen mask. His hair had become entirely white at some point, she didn’t know when. She couldn’t remember the last time she had really looked. He had always seemed so solid. So unmovable. As if nothing could take him down. But now—
Now he was human. She tightened her hold on his hand, though gently, afraid of hurting him.
“Grandfather,” she whispered, her voice soft so it wouldn’t break. “I’m sorry.”
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