“…Softly, my hands slid down the
length of his arm. It’s been a month since I even gazed at him, let alone touch
him. His unmoving limbs, lifeless body caused me to tremble. The sorrow and
anger raging inside me was like a whirlwind of catastrophic emotions. None
could take reign, yet all were controlling me. I stood by his bedside for about
2 hours, caressing his bruised, unrecognizable face. The wounds were not
healing as quickly as they should have. His body should have recovered by now,
yet no visible trace of renewed skin was found. Could it be, that the
transfusions only lasted for so long? My thoughts varied from one to another,
all focusing on the love I had for this man. This man. My man. My Alex….”
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