"I am not dead, as you can see," he replied when he was done cleaning my face.
"I clearly saw you die," his mother mumbled in disbelief. She approached him but stopped halfway unable to approach the young man that was pale on the bed only a few seconds ago.
"I am not dead. Whatever this young man did to me, made me wake up so I am grateful," he said looking deep into my eyes.
I swallowed as I could see so many emotions in those eyes as I have never seen in my life. They were too much that I wanted to look away but they were too mesmerizing for me to do.
It felt like taking an overdose of a drug called love. I swear if anyone tells me this man does not love me, I will block the person from my life because that statement will make the person the greatest liar I have ever met.
"Since I am well, can I leave?" he asked without looking away from me.
