The weight in his heart seemed to become heavier with each passing moment. As he held Regina's frail hand in his, Eduardo wondered just what his life would become like if he ended up losing her.
He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her face, so peaceful in her slumber. She looked pale, and almost as white as a sheet. The loss of blood was taking its toll on her, but still she looked peaceful. If only he could attain this sort of peace as well. But all he could do was worry about her. And if she was to leave him now, then nothing else could be said really.
Nothing would ever make sense anymore.
He sighed, and turned to look at the window. He wished the birds chirping would at least stop, or they would simply leave. There was nothing to sing about the morning. And he doubted if there will
