Revival/Return from the Grave

One short story

Revival/Return from the Grave

I lied on the bed, my body has become so weaken, weaken to the point that my eyes can no longer open.

I know I am about to die. My body has already been internally injured, being lucky to live five years can be considered a miracle. But… but I am discontented, I am not contented to die like this. I have not given birth for him, a child for he and I. I know he likes children, it’s a pity from being gravely injured years ago that such a small wish became distant, and cannot be achieved.

“Awake?” He asked as he sat besides me. His rough fingers touched my face, gentle and warm, causing me to not refrain myself from tearing up.

“Why cry again?” He sighed, gently wiping away the tears from the corners of my eyes.

It’s truly difficult to open one’s eyes, relying on the sunlight outside of the window, I finally saw his face. His appearance still like so, a handsome face, deep and serene eyes, in the end I cannot see clearly. The hand that was slightly raised was grabbed by him, and pressed against his face.

“ …Really sorry…” My throat felt as if it was burned, the words I spoke I cannot hear clearly. But I know that he heard, heard clearly, and only pretended to not know. He turned his head, and received the bowl brought by the servant.

“Quickly drink the medicine. The doctor said you have caught a cold, in two days you shall recover.” He said as he bent down, raised my body up, held onto the bowl of medicine and brought it to my mouth. He lied to me, but also lied to himself. It’s strange that in our hearts we understand, it’s just did not want to frankly speak it out, at the bottom of the heart still holds onto a bit of hope as thin as mist.

I heard and drank the entire bowl of medicine, and was brought by him to the bed.

“Rest well.” He cushioned the blanket for my feet. I nodded.

“ You are also tired, go rest.” He always like to be clean, his body/appearance is always organized and clean. But now, his clothes are wrinkled, and a beard grew fully on his chin.

“It’s fine, staying by your side is good enough.” He shook his head in refusal.

“You being like this, how can I be assured?” Tears followed the corners of the eyes and fell down. I am usually not difficult, but the past days I am weak like a child, even feeling contemptuous of myself.

“You are… Ai” The one who compromised was still him. He always spoiled me, as long as I say, even if the request is unreasonable, in the end he will still do it for me. He cushioned the blanket that was already airtight once more, and kissed my forehead before he finally left. I gazed at his shadow that is leaving and shed yet again. But this time I did not let him notice, or else he would want to stay and not leave.

The room darkened, outside the door a figure of a person stands. I am too tired, my mind before was alert and now it has dispersed. I tiredly close my eyes, and sink into the absent-mindedness.

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