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Dear Ophelia ,

You woke up to see me holding your hand , rubbing tiny circles on it. 

You gave a sheepish smile , but when you saw the tears in my eyes - you started choking on your words too. 

Why ? Why didn't you tell me Ophelia ? Did you not trust me enough to tell me you didn't have enough time on your hands ?

When I asked you this , you shook your head - tears coming endlessly out of your brown eyes as you sobbed and sobbed , until your nose was tinted carmine.

After two days , you were released from the hospital - and although you looked cheerful , deep down both of us knew that the disease will make you end up in the whitewashed room once again.

It baffles me that a soul as pure as yours has been cursed with so much - and if I could , I would give my last breath to you.

After being released , you immediately went to work away at the ceiling of your room , painting the stars as I watched. First you enshrouded the ultramarine in shades of silver and azure - and then splayed the little ivory dots , a little bit of rose colour and combined it all to create a mystical galaxy right above your bed.

Whoever would get your room after you , would surely be a lucky person.

I told you to take a break , your fingers covered in paint and cheekbones dusted with charcoal - but instead , you said to me ,"I want to paint the whole universe."

I didn't reply. I couldn't. The universe was vast , and to paint it - your life was too short. It pained me , a knife twisting repeatedly in the core of my heart. And yet , I nodded and smiled as I watched you gather your materials again , and proceed to start sketching the outline on the great cream coloured wall of your bedroom.

Whatever you create , Ophelia , it will always be beautiful. Because you are the artist for once , and not Fate.

Love ,

Remus.