Her TouchShe was still...Her Touch by charu-san
Her eyes closed, skin paler than it usually was...
But her face still held its beauty. He could still find himself staring.
He could hear her breathe underneath the oxygen mask,
and the beeping sounds of the hospital machines, telling him
that her life was currently in no danger.
He stared at her hand, her lifeless hand.
It used to provide him life and warmth, whenever he held it tenderly.
Would it be the same again? He hoped it would.
He remembered those earlier times when she would ask him,
in that soft voice...
She would look at him shyly, but pleadingly, and that
trademark blush she usually wore would appear across her cheeks.
She would hold out her hand to him.
In the beginning, being that oblivious and proud idiot he usually was,
he often hesitated and tried to change the subject.
He used to think that holding her hand was just ridiculous and pointless.
Everything changed, of course.
He had found out that she lived a lif