From the moldy corner in the ceiling to the (quite uncomfortable) bed that an old lady was sitting in, it was deadly quiet. She had an IV in her left arm and a photograph in her right arm. She hasn't let go of the goddamn thing in what seems like ages. She looks at the person in the photograph as if they're going to get up and start talking any moment.
As if they are the only salvation.
It was the photograph of a woman, not older than 20. She was laughing at something the person who took the photograph said. Her blonde hair was being disturbed by the wind and her eyes, the color indistinguishable, where sparkling.
She was beautiful.
When she first took hold of the photograph she looked flabbergasted, her heartbeat went up to the point the poor nurse started panicking. Alas, as time goes on, the more serine she looks. She has a little smile on her lips. One that was a rare occurence these past years.
She was smiling as if she had a little inside joke with the photograph. One that, even if you explained to someone, they would not be able to grasp it.
That little special moment was interrupted by what seemed like the sound of steps.
A nurse walked in to check up on the lady fixated on the photograph.
As she went to check on her vitals, a look of recognition seemed to flash across her face when she glanced at the photograph.
She had definitely seen that woman before.
Out of curiosity and the need to break the silence the nurse asked 《Excuse me, the person on the photograph. Who is she?》 That little smile made a reappearance on the old woman's face.
《I'm glad you asked, deary. You might want to take a sit, it is quite a long story.》
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