Greisy opened the hospital window which was right next to her bed.
Wuuzzzzz!
A gentle breeze slowly touched the woman's body. Although the breeze cooled her skin, but the woman's heart still felt very sick. Her eyes were full of misery.
Greisy seemed looking at the cluster of teak trees below her. Even so, the woman's mind and heart only imagined about Callan.
The woman really felt guilty for Callan's death even though she had tried to prevent it all from happening.
She would never be able to see that gentle smile again.
The woman thought so, feeling vulnerable and also feeling helpless.
"Grei!"
Greisy turned to the side where the source of the voice was.
She saw a woman with shoulder length hair, stepped into the room and approached her.
"Cloe!" called the woman, quietly. Her voice sounded very low and weak.
