CHAPTER 129

If I am not there at your gathering,

There is no sadness

Stories of ours, of our closenesses, aren't less

There are plenty….

So many times I have turned my mornings into evenings sitting in your courtyard.

I am love, a lover leaving behind my fragrance with you...….

Oh my beloved,o my moon…

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Have you ever felt both lonely and guilty at once? If you have, then you would understand what Amy Saritas felt right now. Watching her best friend and love of her life lay lifeless on a hospital bed, wounded and fighting for his life. Several machines and IVs were attached to his pale body along with an oxygen mask. Only the shallow breathing of his chest and waves on the CPR screen signified that he was alive.