Her vision went far as the sun started to set; she was, either way, thinking of her daughter and her future. Will she survive in his hands? Will she be able to see Yssa growing up? Those thoughts kept haunting her head while she was supposed to be relaxing her mind. Dane, the doctor, said it would be better for her if she took a walk outside of the hospital. Which, by the way, ends up on the rooftop. It was calm, and the wind was refreshing, though it was misty. Eve could just jump below, but she remembered it wouldn't solve her problem.
"Quite beautiful, right? It only means that the ending could be beautiful, too." Dane's voice was behind her. His hands were in his uniform's pockets. Doctors do look good in their uniforms; she noticed it. He sat beside her, but fewer inches away, enoug
