Slowly, she climbed out of the bed. Her feet touched the ground. They felt numb but it was only normal for them to feel that way after so long. She got out of bed and tried standing up straight. Clumsily, she succeeded. She tried a tiny little step after tiny little step around the room.
When walking felt like a normalcy again, she went over to the window and opened the blinds, allowing the sun's full blast into the room. The room was lighten up. It felt more 'alive' than it did before. She liked the sun's warmth of her skin. She stood there for a while and pulled up her sleeves a little, letting the sun tan her pale skin.
She loosen herself, stretching a little bit. As she did, she realized it didn't hurt anymore. She stopped and brushed her bald head. She felt a small bump on the left side of her scalp. She scratched and pinched it a little. There was a little sting. The stitches had already been removed as she slowly felt around the elongated bump, revealing an incision.
A turn on the door knob made her stopped and turned around.
"I've brought fresh flowers for..." he said as he opened the door and stopped short, looking at the now empty bed. He quickly looked up and saw the woman whose height he had almost forgotten and smile he had never seen in a long time. He stood stoned and the vase slipped from his hands, crashing and breaking on the tiled floor.
It startled him out from the little daze. He quickly bent down to pick up what remained of the vase as she did the same hastily.
Picking up the pieces, their hands brushed and met. He held on to her hands. She looked into his eyes.
"I knew..." he said as tears welled up in his eyes. She lifted her hand and felt his face tenderly.
"You waited..." she whispered weakly and smiled.
He hugged her; his head, resting on hers, in an embrace so tight, he nodded as their sobs echoed around the room.
-End-
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