While she slept, Henry could just stare at her without worrying about being reprimanded. Her face reminded him of an ancient painting with gentle eyebrows and a serene face. Ellie always favored soft colors and pastels which in those paintings, Henry recalled were the painter's choice of pigment. She looked like a regal princess of old tales. Her skin pale as the moon due to her health issues. He hated that he could see her health deteriorating, it made him restless like there was no time at all. The feeling intensified and not wanting to wake her but being moved to touch her, he brushed her cheek. It was so soft.
As if sensing his incredible discomfort, Ellie's eyes blinked rapidly. There was a foggy look to her eyes before they cleared to stare at him. "Hello, Mr. Wong."
