Sei looked at her sleeping near the fire. He traced her jawline with his thumb and noticed her skin was cold. He put a blanket on her, as he knew she hated the cold, and her clothes were changed but her hands were cold just the same as her cheeks. There was no pain anymore in that beautiful face, no worries anymore. He touched her hair, for the first time feeling free to do so, as if he was entitled to touch her, her beautiful, silky hair.
-Does she know now? he asked the blind monk who was sitting at the table, preparing her bag of medicine.
-She does. And you should not lie to her again. Never.
-I had to. She will understand.
-She does not have to. You know, a true friend tells you the truth even if it hurts you or even if they think they will lose you. Because this is true friendsh
