Dean sat on the edge of the bed and leaned his body against the headboard, then rubbed Bryana's forehead so gently. He turned to touch his wife's slightly damp face, even the pillow was a bit wet with tears.
'I am sorry, dear ... I shouldn't have left until you're like this,' he thought then leaned in, kissing his wife's forehead gently, lovingly. 'I will never leave you again. I swear!'
Feeling someone touch her, Bryana woke up because it was difficult for her to sleep well. She stared at the stout hand in front of her, slowly looking up at who was nearby. "Am I dreaming?"
Bryana looked surprised and immediately sat down, looking at Dean who smiled warmly at her. She even patted herself on the cheek to make sure what she saw wasn't a mirage. "Oh, my God ...."
