Oncoming death- 2

The moon was shining bright, and the wind was blowing softly as if the night was enjoying itself. Soft sound of rustling of leaves could be heard but inside the bedroom, grief and helplessness could be sensed in the atmosphere. Moonlight came from the windows and the curtains blowing softly but all this was seeming a mock to Rune who was sitting beside Resel, and his hand was held tightly by her.

Resel was sleeping peacefully right now but her forehead was covered in sweat due to her vomiting of blood. It has already been thrice that she threw up now. Though she right now seems tired, her continuous shortness of breath was making her unable to sleep. Rune was feeling helpless right now. He was holding her hand, regularly caressing her hair as if trying to pass her some strength and comfort and to ease her pain.