"It was stupid of me, wasn't it?" I asked him darkly, The deep grumble he responded with resonated within me.
"It wasn't all your fault though it makes my heart ache." He responded.The unusual rasp in his voice dominating him.
I watched his eyes swirl with emotion, the deep blue tides of frustration and anger crashing and melting into the light blue of desperation and anguish.
"But I broke all my promises to you," I mused, "Yet it still isn't my fault?"
He was so gaunt and pale it was as if he could blend right into the walls.He set the mood for the setting so well. A being of despair in a premise of hopelessness and anxiety.
I never liked the hospital.
He sat on the hospital bed careful not to hit himself on the bed guard. He was becoming so frail and thin as if he was made of glass and paper instead of skin and bones; but his eyes betrayed him,they shone bright as if the sun was reflecting on him. Although the sun had not the decency to grace his now pale skin,it's beautiful light illuminated his eyes at all times.
"I still forgive you," He looked at me deeply, "Forgive and forget?" His stare made me shiver. He could trust me so easy. I was immediately saddened.
"I didn't come to see you, I should have. It was terrible of me." I lowered my head in guilt. He titled my chin up to look into his eyes.
"You were busy and sick. I don't care if I was lonely. You needed the rest." The sincerity in his eyes caught me off guard. His silhouette was visible on the hospital wall.
"Still-" He shushed me.
"You're tired, let's rest." He pulled me to the bed on the other side of the room and laid me down. He sat on his own bed and yawned.
"Au-" I started.
"Shh, Aubrey no more, you need to rest."
I was going to protest when fatigue crawled into my eyes. I played with the hospital band on my arm. "Goodnight Aubrey." He whis, making my eyes blur with sleep.
"Goodnight Jude.
"I muttered and drifted to the solace of sleep.
"It wasn't all your fault though it makes my heart ache." He responded.The unusual rasp in his voice dominating him.
I watched his eyes swirl with emotion, the deep blue tides of frustration and anger crashing and melting into the light blue of desperation and anguish.
"But I broke all my promises to you," I mused, "Yet it still isn't my fault?"
He was so gaunt and pale it was as if he could blend right into the walls.He set the mood for the setting so well. A being of despair in a premise of hopelessness and anxiety.
I never liked the hospital.
He sat on the hospital bed careful not to hit himself on the bed guard. He was becoming so frail and thin as if he was made of glass and paper instead of skin and bones; but his eyes betrayed him,they shone bright as if the sun was reflecting on him. Although the sun had not the decency to grace his now pale skin,it's beautiful light illuminated his eyes at all times.
"I still forgive you," He looked at me deeply, "Forgive and forget?" His stare made me shiver. He could trust me so easy. I was immediately saddened.
"I didn't come to see you, I should have. It was terrible of me." I lowered my head in guilt. He titled my chin up to look into his eyes.
"You were busy and sick. I don't care if I was lonely. You needed the rest." The sincerity in his eyes caught me off guard. His silhouette was visible on the hospital wall.
"Still-" He shushed me.
"You're tired, let's rest." He pulled me to the bed on the other side of the room and laid me down. He sat on his own bed and yawned.
"Au-" I started.
"Shh, Aubrey no more, you need to rest."
I was going to protest when fatigue crawled into my eyes. I played with the hospital band on my arm. "Goodnight Aubrey." He whis, making my eyes blur with sleep.
"Goodnight Jude.
"I muttered and drifted to the solace of sleep.
