“How are you, my love?”

I caressed his hands, looking down at his fingertips. That’s enormous compared to mine. It’s like my fingers can be similitude to a baby. I smiled while staring at our intertwined fingers. I missed him holding mine when he was still awake, kissing the back of my palm while staring intensely through my soul, searching and scorching my heart.

“It’s been exactly weeks since we arrived, and you’re still sleeping.” I smiled, suppressing my emotions from bursting out. I know he needs a lot of rest because he pushed his body to the edge last time, but I just hope that he can still remember...