At this moment, the look of enjoyment and exhaustion on Shirley's face made me realize that she and Irvin were the same kind of person.
She enjoyed spending time with him, ever since she started falling for him until she got together with him. At this moment, she was still happy to be with him, even though he was in a vegetative state.
Irvin must have had the same thoughts as Shirley when I was in a coma. It was just as she said. She was lucky to have met him by chance of fate. It didn't matter if they would fall in love or would be able to communicate.
After all, God showed them little sympathy. There were not many changes in their situation, where one remained in perpetual sleep and the other awake. They couldn't beg or pray for a miracle to happen.
I learned how painful it was to be in a one-sided relationship from my years of marriage to Hendrix. The kind of sadness was so overwhelmingly strong that it could destroy someone. I had no right to give Shirley advice; I could only keep her company through this.
The bond between a mother and son was mighty. When the frail boy noticed the shift in his mother's mood, he stepped forward and pulled at the hem of her clothes. He looked up and asked in a hoarse voice, "Mom, did you cry again?"
Only in front of a child would a woman would subconsciously restrain from revealing her weakness.
After taking a deep breath to calm down, she turned around and managed to smile. "I'm fine."
After a pause, she pulled the child in front of her. With that, the mother and son duo were both in front of me.
"Arianna."
Her tone was so formal that I didn't react until two seconds later. I nodded solemnly to show that I was listening. "Yes."
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