Chapter 6
I miss her smile.
She hasn't smiled in weeks. Of course she hasn't talked to anyone in weeks, and I think she's been depressed.
She hasn't been taking care of herself, she's thinner, and her skin is sallow, her once curvy figure is now a little too light. I miss it. She's still beautiful, but she doesn't look to healthy. And I worry.
Last night I thought she was too eager to talk to me. I actually thought she was awake.
I touched her skin, it grounds me, it helps me believe that I can actually be with her.
But in the back of my mind I know it's impossible. Her time is almost up. And they'll be asking about her.
I still don't know what I'll say. Or do.
I can see the traces of pink skin on her wrights; you can barely see the scars now. They're almost gone. I know they're there, those kinds of things don't go away, ever. But still, she's healing. She's recovering. I just hope she'll be smart about it and stop.
After the lost keys she finally just asked the supper for a copy and left grumbling to herself about fucking keys and little fucking elf's taking them.
I want to be where she is but not today.
I know they want to talk to me today, so I close my eyes and drift.