The wind was whistling at the windows. It was cold outside and dark inside the room. There had been a storm earlier and it had disrupted the power supply in the neighborhood. He just got back from work and she came back after visting an ailing friend battling a terminal illness. The mood was sombre and grey like the weather outside and there was nothing much to be said.
He adjusted the pillows and crashed on the bed. She slipped into her nightsuit, tied her hair in a bun and snuggled next to him.
It must have been a while before she broke the silence. “It’s a dismal case. The doctors aren’t giving much hope either. All these years of medication and yet there is no cure”. She paused and swallowed the lump.
“Hmmm…it can be tough, but again what can one do” he tried to fill in the void.
“Hmm..I will remember you as…” he waited before holding her chin up and smiled and then continued “I will remember you as… mine”
The wind banged at the windows again and though nothing changed, the room didn’t seem as dark as before.
She rested her head on his chest and slept through the night.
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Beautiful... short and simple!
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