Meera~

It was blood.

The raw red blood gushing out of his wrist. His eyes were closed, chest not rising and falling because he is not breathing.

His lips had turned blue I can see the outlines of them. They look cold, begging me to give them some warmth.

But I couldn't move my feet, just watch as paramedics rushed him past me, as if they didn't see his wife standing at the doorway.

He disappeared, he didn't call for me, why? Did he really gave up on me that easily?

The man who would roam behind me all the time, the man who never keeps his hands off me,...