– C A S E Y –
"He's safe."
I never thought in my whole life that two words would make me stay in this messed up planet.
"C-can we see him?" I asked the doctor.
She nodded before opening the door to his room, where he lay still. His lips are chapped, his pale skin is even more pale, and the wounds on his arms are currently covered in a bandage.
His body is connected to a couple of tubes that I honestly don't know about. I sat down on a chair beside his bed, holding his frail hand that used to give me warmth in the cold.
I stared at him, his angelic face that brings me joy in the depths of sadness I tried so hard to crawl up from. When I get lost in the pool of thoughts, I only think of him.
He is my savior just as I to him.
My tears won't stop falling.
But, I get tired too.
And
