Surprise, followed by happiness listening to her most favorite voice in the world. She was dying to see him, dying to hug him, dying to hear his voice, and Leena could no longer control her emotions. Her eyes prickled in tears.
''D_evin,'' Leena's voice cracked, but she knew those were her happy tears. She lifted her head and gently caressed Devin's cheek. ''I missed you, idiot.''
''I missed you, too.'' Devin gently grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles. How much he missed her holding in his arms, only he knew.
''Finally, you are awake.'' Leena kissed his forehead.
''Your poems can even wake the dead, Sweetheart, much less an unconscious person?'' Devin's voice sounded weak, but it got better compared to earlier.
''T_hank you. But you don't need to praise me all the time.'' Leena whispered, pleased as punch to hear praise from her babylicious. She can't believe her poems can influence the dead also. Devin has opened her eyes today.
