Rose smiled and the butterflies in her eyes started fluttering and dancing.
"That's right, you are hoping"
The sound of knocking on the door stopped, the person behind the door turned the handle and entered the room. He was wearing a white uniform, the first word that came to my mind was "doctor".
"Fortunately, you woke up after this time and relieved all the members of your family from worry"
"Rose is not here."
"Oh, I understand, of course I was his doctor too, I'm really sorry for what happened to her, it was not my fault."
It didn't come out.
I didn't understand what he was talking about, while Rose was sitting in the room facing the man.
"In any case, depression is a very bad and destructive period, the witnesses of the story said when they were on the stree, you didn't move away from the approaching car, you just stopped and looked, that girl pushed you, but she was very not lucky, when she arrived she had lost a lot of blood, like a flower covered in blood.
before she closed her eyes, I was with her, she told me, "Doctor, tell the girl they brought with me to stay alive and live."
We were optimistic and we were giving her a blood transfusion, but she had hemophilia and was already losing a lot of blood.
She had Known, even though she was dying, she was worried about you, while she was taking her last breaths and said that she promises to sit next to you until you Reconcile with her."
The doctor nodded for consolation and sympathy and carved the last message left on an untouchable wall.
I stared at the chair that a few minutes ago someone was sitting on and now nothing, but there was a red scarf.
The season of blue butterflies had arrived and now I am alive and she was dead.
The End.