Zacharie was sitting next to Amélie, cursing his destiny for not allowing him to be able to steal her pain away. No matter how desperately he wished to, he was not capable of doing anything. He caressed her cheeks and tucked the loose strands of her hair behind her ears, his heart was heavy with the realisation of its state of helplessness.
Amélie opened her eyes and smiled at him, triggering Zacharie's tears to fall from his eyes. He had been fighting till now to not let go of his emotions, but one look from her dashed his resolve to the ground.
She stretched out her hand to wipe the tear from his cheek and spoke, "Zach-"
"Yes, my love!" He immediately brought his ear near her mouth, so that she wouldn't have to use any more of her strength.
She smiled, looking at his gesture and changed the sentence she was going to utter. Instead, she started with, "You are treating me like I am a really old person who seriously requires special care! Just relax, I am not that sick- "
