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Saturday, June 27, 2009 5:46 PMHe wanted to comfort her, apologise to her and to reach out to her. However, he knew that he had hurt her enough already, the feeling of guilt was too overwhelming. He could not bring the courage deep inside him to say something even though he was exploding with the urge to. He closed his eyes and felt the morning sun rays shine down on his face through the drawn-up white blinds, letting a silent tear trickle down his face. A "sorry" escape from his lips, but it was so soft it was merely a whisper. He looked down once more at her beautiful face, turned and left.
She opened her eyes when she heard him turn around. She was awake all along and was only pretending to sleep. She could not let him see her like this. She cursed and swore inwardly at fate and how things went, but tried to comfort herself that there was nothing she could do to turn back time and avoided everything from happening, avoided that argument with him. She needed company right then and he did come, but she couldn't work up the courage to face him. She closed her eyes and held back her tears, listening to the door click shut as he silently walked out.
He stood for a while outside the ward, the same old words from the letter playing in his head. Those words were enough to make him frantic. He hated himself for not having been there to save her or look after her.
It was only a matter of time that would determine it all.
She opened her eyes when she heard him turn around. She was awake all along and was only pretending to sleep. She could not let him see her like this. She cursed and swore inwardly at fate and how things went, but tried to comfort herself that there was nothing she could do to turn back time and avoided everything from happening, avoided that argument with him. She needed company right then and he did come, but she couldn't work up the courage to face him. She closed her eyes and held back her tears, listening to the door click shut as he silently walked out.
He stood for a while outside the ward, the same old words from the letter playing in his head. Those words were enough to make him frantic. He hated himself for not having been there to save her or look after her.
It was only a matter of time that would determine it all.
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