She tucked herself back on bed, and closed her eyes as if to sleep. Sleep visited her late, and with sleep came dreams with a face that haunted her. A face that she can never forget.
That was a face before she held herself proud, and always stayed far away for she feared their differences. A time came when she decided to subdue her fears and walk across the line of disparity, but the same time parted their ways. She hoped that chance may bring them again to the same crosswalks, and chance did bring them together, in dreams.
His face looked so forlorn, when she caught sight of him in the corridor, waiting for his turn. He looked straight at her, but she turned her face away from him, and blinked away the tears, that dared to slide out of her eyes.
Again she tossed in her bed, as if awake. But she was asleep and her eyes moved rapidly. and her face was wet from tears that slipped through the corners of her eyes.
She saw him again, this time sleeping in a bed clothed in a pale blue pajamas, and she stood there at the door watching him. There were dark circles around his eyes and a clear liquid dripped through the IV tube into his veins in the left arm. She slowly walked in and simply stood next to him. Her hands seemed to move on its own will to hold his right arm, but she saw the many needle marks and paused. She moved closer to him and brushed away the hair that fell carelessly on his face. She did not blink away the tears that threatened to fall. She let them flow, and a single drop fell on his cheek, making him open his eyes. His eyes focused on her face as he came to awareness and he whispered, "You came."
well, that was a bit of a writing exercise. not too bad i hope.
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