A broken window

Chitaru looked at the sky from her hospital bed.

"Morning Chitaru" a small girl's voice rang out "it's nice to see your up."

Chitaru did not reply.

Did not look at the girl as she came in.

She hated Angel trumpet. Even now.

But Angel trumpet was dead.

She had died by her own hand on a stage.

She heard the girl sit down and the sound of a knife on an apple.

Yet still she did not look.

Why had she lied to her?

Betrayed her.

Why had she given her days of joy?

Why had she made her feel happier than she'd ever been?

Knowing that she would inevitable make her sadder than ever.

"The doctor says you'll be able to take rehab soon." The girl cheerfully said.

But still Chitaru stared out the window.

She had died for this girl or so she had thought.

This girl who had hurt her so much.

"Would you like some apple" the girl said still hoping for a response.

Yet still Chitaru only looked out the window.

And felt the sadness in her silence.

She knew she loved this girl and always would.

And perhaps given time they could repair the trust they'd lost.

Chitaru gently place her had on top of the girls.