I bring my hand to my mouth and bite my palm to stifle the sobs that have suddenly risen.
He hasn't forgotten me.
I don't know what happened and why he ended up here, quietly settling in with my worst enemy, but he hasn’t forgotten me.
I wipe a tear that rolls down my cheek and gently put my hand on his cheekbone. When the pads of my fingers meet his skin, an electric shock runs through me. Just having the opportunity to perform such a simple gesture is a miracle. How many times have I screamed to be given this chance for even a second?
And here I am sitting on the mattress next to him. Tenderly, my hand caresses his face, traces the bridge of his nose, and follows the line of his eyebrows. He shudders and as I continue, his eyelids start to open. Seeing his eyes makes me almost mad as
