In a room with black furniture and beige painted walls, the light from the window illuminates the entire place. The curtains on the window move with the wind, murmurs sounded from the water. They are not clear, but sound like a lullaby.
A full day has passed, and Eliza is sitting by Vincent's bedside, holding his dip-free hand, with a melancholy look on her face.
The atmosphere inside the ward is mixed between sad, lonely and hopeful, feeling the air touch her body. Eliza feels cushy and comfortable, but simultaneously feels sad. Her beloved man is lying on a bed, breathing with the help of a device.
Feeling desolate, she could only continue to hold his hand and start to sing.
And so it was that the silence in the ward gradually disappeared.
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~ Hold onto love that is what I do now that I've found you ~
