Night of Farewell

Nesryn had just finished a session of chemotherapy, the third one that she had received during the entire week. Azriel was outside of the glass room as Maxon let her rest after her therapy for an hour or so before clearing the whole room, opening the built-in glass door before the double wooden doors and letting Azriel in.

The man immediately went to the glass, hands pressed against the glass as he watched his lover lay in the bed, a bit pale with her eyes still closed, the soft humming of the air conditioner filling in the silence of the room. He watched how her small lithe form relaxed on the bed, her chest rising and falling, looking as peaceful as one can be in her situation.

"How is she?"