He held her hand with great firmness. Her smooth, fragile hand was enveloped in his large rough ones as he held it to his heart. He sat by her body rigid and immobile not even blinking, he was breathing harshly with occasional sobs escaping his dry, cracked lips. Although he was the one who seemed well of the two, the truth was quite contrary for he was indulged in an excruciating pain she could not fathom to experience. She was oblivious to the world, to the pain her companion was feeling as she was immersed in eternal bliss, a sleep without dreams from which not even a true love’s kiss could wake her up. He carrased her face, desperately searching for any signs of life but there was none except for that ghost of a smile gracing her peaceful face.
It took a long stretched moment for him to register the events unfolded before him and then he let out a cry that could break glass as well as hearts. Tears made their way down his face as he held her to his chest.
Then a child’s demanding wail sliced its way through the heavy silence and he stood up to see a young boy with a forbidding scar and those deep emerald eyes that he was very familiar with. ‘Lily…..’