Do You Still Love Me, Alfred?

The morning before

Ella moved her stiff neck. She couldn't remember how long she had been asleep beside Alfred's bed. She realized that she had been holding Alfred's hand all night long.

The man was still fast asleep. His face looked very innocent. Remind her of the figure of Alfred that she missed so much.

Ella straightened up, her face starting to come closer to Alfred's face. She smoothed Alfred's bangs that covered his forehead.

"Alfred..?" She called softly.

Ella sighed, gently rubbing her husband's head. She was thinking a lot at that time. The feeling of sadness, disappointment, even the feeling of love was still there. After all, that man was her husband.

"Alfred, do you still love me?" Ella said very quietly as she took a tired breath.

After being satisfied seeing her husband's face, Ella started to get up from her seat. Ella pulled Alfred's blanket deeper and kissed Alfred on the forehead.