"I wished that all of this was a dream."

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A beautiful lady with jet black long hair was combing the hair of a man who was sleeping. Using her slender and long beautiful fingers, she gently arranged the hair of the man.

The curly black fringes of the man made him like a sleeping angel. His innocent face incorporated a fine white forehead, curve shaped closed eyes with a bit long eyelashes that were fanning the border of his eyes, the lady imagined the silver hue of those eyes when he stared straight to her. She shook her head to erase her thoughts and continued her observation.

Next to it was his straight long nose that sometimes wrinkled when he was in deep thoughts, his thin pale lips that were normally on a straight line due to his unwelcoming aura and finally his strong jaw that he would usually put on her head because of their huge height difference.

The beautiful lady smiled a bit while remembering those times. Those memories that he was still moving and talking to her. Now he was just breathing with life support on his side.

The monitor produced a beeping noise as the lady welcomed it in silence.

She peeled an apple by the man's bedside and changed the rotting apple on the bowl. She always did this to remind her that he would wake up one day and eat his favourite apple.

A hope that she wished that it would come true.