Newborn Baby
My wife is a kind person with the simplest mindset. Someone who often gets hurt by others yet she keeps the smile on her face. A crystal clear heart. Pure and ready to be broken.
Stella turned back her face which has lost the colour and turned to pale white. She kept her eyes on me. I can see her smile has gotten smaller.
" Sometimes I wonder if I took the right decision. All this pain and anxiety is literally killing me. I want to escape from it." There was a pause. I was about to speak and she continued once again.
" But then your face flashes on my mind, it gives me strength. I couldn't have done it without you." Her shrunk smile brightens up like the morning sun. I felt my hand being held tightly, wrapped under her palm.
Are you trying to kill me with all your cuteness?