James dropped to his knees and hugged his mother close. He did an ugly cry but he didn't care. All his tears were shed in a hope that Mia would come back to him and would live her life without a scratch on her. He just wanted to see her smiling at him again. All he wanted was to hear her cute giggle, her not so pleasant laugh, her little snorts when she laughed too hard and wanted to stop but would laugh even more after hearing it.
He wanted to see her happy.
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A few minutes later when there were no tears left to cry he got up and sat in the seat beside his mother. She passed him a handkerchief and he wiped his face clean.
"Thank you, Ma."
"You love her, don't you?"
When she thought he wouldn't answer he did, "I do." He whispered like he was talking to himself.
"HOLY SHIT, MA. I LOVE HER!" He screamed like a little kid.
"This is a hospital, sir. Lower your voice." A nurse shushed him.
