Epilogue
One year later I stared at the cup of coffee in front of me. I was warming up my hands against it. The cup was hot in fact, but I just ignored it and let that feeling to warm up my hands. I took an other sip from the coffee. "Why now?" I asked. My voice was low, but I knew he heard me. I raised my head and looked at his face. He was smiling. It was a sad and happy smile at the same time. Kind of distracting. That kind of smile that would make women fall in their knees and faint... "It"s better now... I think. Maybe it will be too late after a few months or...." He looked happy. I just nodded and kept looking at him. "She makes you happy." I didn"t asked. He smiled at me and nodded. "Very. I"m doing this for her." He frowned a little bit, but then smiled again. "You can come and visit
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