136 A Life Worth Living For

While morning brought ruins for some people, it shone warmly through the gap of the curtain for another. A ray of sunlight seeped into the private ward, hovering ever so gently atop the two shadows lingering close to one another beneath the quilt.

Packages of snacks laid empty at the foot of the hospital bed and a laptop was opened on the folded table showing the end credits of an anime entitled "Garden of Words".

It was peacefully silence inside the private ward at the moment with only the sound of two steady breathing. Under the bask of morning light, the little woman's ash grey hair appeared luminous as it scattered messily above the pillow. Meanwhile, the man was lying sideways with one hand on the woman's slender waist whereas the other functioned as her cushion.