Memory

I decided to spend another night at the hospital with Miho. I was once used to going back to my flat and enjoying the night spent in solitude, but I realized I was becoming increasingly more dependent on Miho. We hardly even interacted these days, especially with her recent depression that made her so withdrawn to herself. Yet, I found solace in her presence even if we did not communicate. There was something soothing about just being around her and it reminded me of something I read a long time ago, that sound of a cat's purr had a soothing effect. Perhaps the sound of Miho's gentle breathing worked that way for me, as much as her beastly roar could captivate my heart.