ログインThe moment Elena walked into the room was full of tension, though it was not accompanied by anger in her face, and only seriousness, which only made Ava even more nervous. Ava gradually sat up a little taller on the bed, as her fingers clung to the edge of the blanket, and Marcus was by the door, not knowing whether to remain or to go.
"Elena..." Ava spoke i
The room was even more silent now that Elena had gone, but the silence between Ava and Marcus was even more oppressive than usual. Ava was sitting on the bed, a little bent with her head in her hands as though she was attempting to restrain herself. Marcus was a few steps away, looking upon her, because he knew that this was the moment that counted more than any other.He took a slow breath."Ava..." he called softly.She did not raise her eyes at once."Yes?" she answered, in a very composed but remote voice.Marcus waited a moment and took a step n
The room was still enough after Elena spoke, and it was hard to believe that it was not there. Ava stood up, frozen in bed with a shock in her eyes, and Marcus stood next to her, still attempting to absorb what he had just overheard."You... knew?" Slowly, Ava asked, scarcely more than a whisper.Elena nodded gently."Yes," she said. "I found out not long ago."Ava chewed his cud, and her hands trembled a little.“I did not want anybody to know,” I said. “I requested them not to tell anyone.”
The moment Elena walked into the room was full of tension, though it was not accompanied by anger in her face, and only seriousness, which only made Ava even more nervous. Ava gradually sat up a little taller on the bed, as her fingers clung to the edge of the blanket, and Marcus was by the door, not knowing whether to remain or to go."Elena..." Ava spoke in a low tone, with an unsure voice.Elena paused a couple of steps by the bed and observed her with keen scrutiny. She made no reply, and a little way, as though she were seeking the appropriate words.“You do not need to be scared,” Elena said, and her voice was low and smooth.
The hall was quieter now in the hospital, but the tension was still in the air like a heavy thing which could not be moved. Marcus was standing above the window, his hands crossed, and his eyes were far away as he considered all the events that had transpired in recent days. Ava lay in the room, and, though nothing was going on, his head was not as serene as before in the course of the hours.With a slow sigh, he rubbed his forehead.Then he heard a voice that was known to him."Marcus."He turned immediately."Elena..." he said, surprised.
The passage leading outside of the emergency room seemed lifeless and infinite when Marcus stood there, and could not sit, could not move, his eyes staring at the closed doors before him. Nurses and doctors had rushed Ava in a few minutes ago, and this is why time seemed to move so slowly and heavily since the moment that it was going on; each minute was torturing him.His breath came irregularly as he stroked his hair.“Just make her okay... just make her okay,” he said to himself.One of the nurses passed by him in a hurry, but Marcus held her.“Excuse me, please,” he said, his voice straining. "How
Nothing was going on outside, but there was something wrong in the hospital room Ava was in. Ava was on the bed with half-open eyes, and her breathing was irregular. One of her hands was on her stomach, and her face was pale and strained.She moved a little, flinching."Why does it hurt again..." she whispered.The pain began as a small one, similar to a tight beating in her lower abdomen, but in a very short duration, it intensified.Ava gasped softly."No... not again..."S
Patricia did not simply request Ava to sit. She basically commanded her to sit.“Sit!” Patricia hissed, in front of the dining table, and crossed her arms. She was not patient enough to talk.Ava obeyed as she lowered herself into the chair. She was aware that such a conversation would not be amusi
Elena had timed it very well. Ava was in the kitchen, and she was stirring a cup of tea very slowly in time, and her motions were calm and slow. There was a silence in the house, and it was the sort of silence which seemed fragile, like a paper which a single word could splinter. Elena intervened
Elena waited until the place was very quiet in the house before she slipped into Lydia's position. It was all soft and a bit revealing of the windows, through the afternoon sun. When Elena sat down opposite Lydia on the couch, he was scrolling through her phone, and she was looking cool with rampan
It was very quiet in the backyard that late in the afternoon; it was heavy rather than chilly. Marcus went out to have his air and jacket on his arm, still mixed up in all the stuff he had overheard and seen over the last few days.He paused as he caught a glimpse of someone close to the old garden







