Days passed in the blink of an eye and I hated these passing moments, going away so quickly, the more I wanted them to last long, the more they just slipped out from my grasp, I was losing them, unable to hold them in my grasp.
“Where are we going?” Crystal asked casually, putting her things on the berth, looking out of the window, “To my last hope.” I whispered, curling my lips in a smile, turning to her.
“Do you still seek hope?” She asked, narrowing her eyes in compassion, “I won’t stop trying till my last breath.” I told her firmly, still not losing hope, holding a single shred of expectation that she could live.
“Just don’t become desperate.” She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose, disheartened, “Do you think I am not?” I asked with a hollow smile.
“I don’t want you to be. I
