And I arise to smell the breeze. It tastes great. It doesn’t stay though. Its gone. I can’t taste it anymore. Somethings wrong.

I can hear that name again. It keeps comming. Through the air, italic hanna. Please… italic

What was that? I stare at the sky, confused. Please?

A breeze rushes through. My mouth agape, I gulp the air down. It tastes great. It doesn’t stay though…

...

After days, the tears seemed to have grooved her face. “Dear lord, give me strength. That she might have the strength to rise again.” Her prayer seemed well rehearsed, and no longer did the words bring more sobs. She had been keeping this up for a while.

The door slid open.

“You cannot keep doing this. It will destroy you.”

“I am not leaving my baby here unless I have to. Be it the gates of hell appearing before me, I shall not leave. If you so shoose not to stand by your daughter and wait, then that will be fine. But I know she knows we are here for her. Well.. at least i am.”

..

...taste it anymore. Somethings wrong.