"Why isn't he home yet? There's not much time!",She said anxiously. "I'm right besides you", said the man sitting on the metal stool beside the bed. Sunlight pouring through the window into the small room, beaming into the middle aged guys dry chin reflected by the white tiles. Morning breeze gently blowing the white curtains.
She tilted her head and squinted her eyes to get a clear view of the man on the left. She saw a tear forming on the side of his left eye. Letting out a small breath she closes her eyes, which will never open again.
