When the Devil falls in love (Tharn&Type)

Tsuki ga kirei desu ne

My dear readers, we reached the end of this story. It was one crazy and unforgettable journey. Exactly 4 months ago I posted the first chapter. I had no plan, but I had a complete story in my head that I simply had to put “on paper”. But a miracle happened, people started reading, commenting. It was a big shock for me, something that started as a little story turned into something very big and beautiful. But I won't talk much anymore.
Please enjoy this last chapter as well, I hope I was able to explain everything to you. But if you still have any doubts after reading, please feel free to ask.
I intend to set a chapter - Author's word - where I will annoy you a little more with some sentimental things, but also with some explanations if there is a need for that.
Thank you for reading and  comments. Be healthy and safe. I send a lot of virtual hugs.

P.S. My English and grammar, remained my "Max" until the very end.

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The hospital room was bathed in morning light. Windows with raised curtains looked like big blue cubes thanks to the crystal clear sky. The room was large and in two parts. In one there was a sitting area with a large TV screen, and in the other there was a hospital bed and monitors that monitored the patient's condition.

A young man was lying on the bed, at first glance it looked like he was sleeping. Black hair, full lips and a nicely defined jaw. Like a picture of a sleeping angel. Next to him sat a woman in her forties. With a wet towel, she ran gently over the young man's face, muttering softly ~~ I miss you little one, I miss you a lot ~~ Every day for the past four and a half months, she would sit and talk for hours, hoping the young man would hear her.

-“Mrs. Satin, do you need help?” The nurse asked.

- "It's all right, I can do it myself. When's the physiotherapist coming?"

- "He'll be here soon ."

- "Okay, I'm done too. Just to comb my little one's hair."

Nurse laughed softly, past 4 months this has been Ms. Satin’s routine. For the first fifteen days, the young man had bandages and stitches. Later,  Mrs. Satin took care of him, after two months, the physiotherapist started with light exercises.

 Satin ran her fingers slowly through the young man's hair. When finished she kissed him gently on the cheek.

- "It's time to wake up lil man. I hope today is that day."

She would repeat these same sentences every day before leaving him in the care of a physiotherapist. Two hours later, when the physiotherapist  finished his part of job, Satin asked .

- "How is my little one?"

- "In great shape, we manage to keep the muscles active, he lost a little weight, but that will be compensated quickly."

And this conversation has been the same for months. It was as if they were in a movie  ~ Groundhog  Day ~  every day was  the same. Over and over again.

It was late afternoon that same day, the nurse visited the patient, checked the monitors, and lowered the curtains.

- "I'm here tonight to say good night to you, your mom is on set."

Nurse walked to the door, took another look at the patient, then paused.

~ Was it some shadow or did  young man's eyelashes move? ~

She went back to the bed and looked at him carefully.

~ Oh, there  is again! ~

She took the patient's hand.