He loved her
The
first time stuck him, but it was shallow. “I can fix it,” he declared. The
stitching was meager, and he bled a bit, but it did the job. It healed with a
tiny scar, to be noticed from time to time, but not dwelt upon. And he still loved
her.
Then
the second blow. This one was deep. “I can fix it. Let me fix it.” He desperately
cried. More blood this time. But he again mended the wound, but his bandage was
soaked red. He tried to keep it fresh, clean. But this one was taking much
longer to heal over. But, he still loved her.
The last time was the worst; it was
in a place he could not reach. “I…Can fix it. Please let… me fix it. I can,” He
gasped weakly. He tried and tried, but the cut was simply too deep and
inaccessible. The thick crimson flowed freely. Nevertheless, he still…
“Please……………… please, I….I....can
fix….”
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