As the tears dried down and her sobbing turned into hiccups, Xu Mey made an effort to hold Jie's hand.
It wasn't warm as it always had been. From the first meeting, she had never felt his hands cold. There was always a warmth about him that became her safe haven.
"Ah-Jie, won't you open your eyes to see your baby?" Her voice seemed foreign because of how hoarse it was from all the crying.
She picked her body off the floor and sat on his bed right by his side, holding on to his hand with both of her own small ones.
She raised his hand and brought it closer to her stomach and tried to smile, "Ah-Jie, can you feel anything? There is a small baby in me. Yours and mine. Ours..."
Again, only the beeps of the machine gave her an answer, the rest stayed silent.
With all the hopelessness in her soul, her mind started running off to all the wrong sides. Her negative thinking overwhelmed her senses as she let go of his hand and stood up abruptly.
