The boy stared into her sorrowful brown eyes. And it pierced his heart, deeply. He couldn't bear to see her like this. But this was life. Ever since that devastating day came to her life, she had no more hopes of living.
She cried since the day her mother left. But she was not alone; her father standing beside her, against all the odds. But alas, her father's funeral had her shattered again, like she was made of glass. And from then onwards, there was no one to let her head rest on his shoulder, let her weep her soul out on his shirt. She had to spend all those moments, alone.
"Mark! Why are you standing there?" The girl shook him out of his thoughts.
"Sorry m'aam, I just came in..."
"You should quickly get into the kitchen, and close the door please. It's very cold." Hermione said.
And without a word, Mark closed the door and started making hot piping vegetable stew.
Hermione's POV
Mark had come. Ah, he was such an innocent boy, working for me, a worthless person. I couldn't believe it, he was working for ME. And I had only a few more days till death. After all, that's what I have always seen in my life. Loved ones dying. I definitely know the pain. And I dunno why, but I was happy I was going to go up soon. Probably thinking of the fact that I will be joining my parents. But life is just not ending. WHY CAN'T IT END??? I thought. It would be so much nicer. I wouldn't have to go to the toilet every time to puke. I wouldn't have to live this torturous life. I wouldn't have to be confined in a tiny space. I wouldn't have to live with cancer.
It just hurt. And before I knew it, hot tears were spilling down my cheeks.
