Her Gift Part 1

February 15, 20XX (Friday Morning)

Hospital

Hearing the soft and sultry voice, Zhao Yang looked up to meet her eyes faster than his mind could register. He blinked in surprise. Seeing her smiling at him, Yang heaved a loud sigh of relief. He rolled the large wheels of his chair to come nearer to her. Yang held her right hand with trembling fingers. Now that he knows that everything was going to be alright, the reality of losing her bugged him. He, the man who was said to be a devil's incarnation, was afraid. When she had closed her eyes after the fall, Yang felt the world turn black and white. With her, life would be without colors.

"Do you need something?" Yang did not know that his words had come out as a whisper.