Fan Fiction - Krasobruslení - Drabbles
"He wants to see you," she tells me with a weak smile.
I step inside and sit down on a chair beside his bed, trying to smile. He looks so pale and small – a broken doll, an angel.
"Hi, Ev." The whisper is barely audible and he falls asleep almost immediately after that, but before he does, he reaches out to brush his fingers against mine. I take his hand, my palm against his. Warm. Alive.