Chapter One-Twenty-Two: Everything {II}

“I am fine, Marko. You don’t need to visit me every day.”

I utter for the nth time as he strokes my hand over his.

He has been oddly clingy of late, a part of me believes that he thinks I will leave in the middle of the night or transform into someone else, all possibilities, but it could just be that he is under stress; after all, thirty-six of our warriors were declared dead, while another two missing in action, all in the chaos that ensued in Red Graw.

In other words, all because of me.

I hate to say or think it, but his life will definitely be a lot easier without me in it.

Then what of ‘ugly’? Will I burden him too?

Marko’s silver eyes peer at me for a good long while, so I smile.

A part of me wants to welcome him on my hospital bed so we lay together at least before we have to face the future, yet, another does not want him to stay too long.

I do not want him to show me sides of himself that I will miss.

“Do not worry; I will be with you during the national funeral tomo