-Eric William Miller -
“Hmm….. Lily……” I sighed as he walked closer to me and sat beside me on the bed.
“Can’t we really talk when you get better?” I continued, gently stroking her hair.
“I need an answer,” she said while stopping me from stroking her hair. I knew she wouldn’t please my touch. Even though I knew I did it at least physical gestures might show her that I cared about her more than anyone.
“You know I’m worried about you. I want you to take a full rest,” I convinced her with probably the most soft tone that I ever spoke to anyone.
“Even though we don’t talk out everything, at least I need an answer for some,” she said.
I didn’t guess what she was thinking or what she was meaning when she said that. She did a great job hiding her emotion. Normally when she spoke I
