He looks as if he were in pain. A pain that had lasted for so long, he was not sure how to live without it. But his smile was warm, even if it was small and almost fading. And besides the pain, there was something else. Something that made me think of the gentleness a wild creature holds for the one that saved them.
Maybe it's because he does not look at me like I could break any moment that I can stand seeing him right now. That I don't feel like chasing him out with a baseball bat, or maybe it's his overall gentle nature that somehow halted the storm inside my head.
But my eyes cut from him to the person who is now approaching my bed. I dont think I've ever seen someone look this out of shape, out of their element, who looked so calm with the situation they were in.
His hair had bee
