CHAPTER 15 - DON'T CRY, I BEG YOU

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-Chapter's playlist-

A máquina - Amor Electro

Luna - Zoé

Lights Are On - Tom Rosenthal

Where's My Love - SYML

Fourth of July - Sufjan Stevens

Primavera - The Gift

Iris - The Goo Goo Dolls

Don't Cry - Guns 'N Roses

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Day 74

After a less than pleasant conversation with a doctor, Henry couldn't stop his tears as he approached his girlfriend's room. The doctors he had spoken to had called him to reason, his efforts were completely in vain, he knew that. He wanted to see her well and everyone was stopping him from realizing that dream, he was completely powerless.

He put on the gloves and face mask that he had been forced to wear and in the moment he saw the plastic surrounding his hands that he realized that nothing that was happening was a simple nightmare. It was all real, all was to much real, and it was happening right  in front of him. The person who was on the other side of the door was someone he wouldn't forget easily, someone who wouldn't welcome him with a kiss, who wouldn't smile and make him fall even more in love with every detail of her.

When he finally opened the door, he saw her lying on the bed, sleeping. It seemed natural, an ordinary nap on the living room's sofa, but that wasn't the reality. Her face was partially covered by the face mask she was wearing, the paleness adorned her face like blood adorns cuts, undoubtedly a difficult scene to swallow. Henry, even seeing his girlfriend in that state, didn't think she looked any less beautiful or adorable. Either way, he just wished she would wake up in front of him and be fine and healthy again. He wanted her to show everyone that they were wrong and that she was not infected, that it was just a common disease. Any illness but that one. That one was the worst of all.

There was a sofa next to the bed. Henry sat on it and watched his own smile disappear. His body shrank, he tried to raise a sad smile. Maybe the pain would go away when she woke up, his worst enemy at that moment was himself.

The doctors had made it clear, there was no apparent solution, he had to deal with the reality that was unfolding beneath his feet. Amelie would die in less than two weeks.

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