"So it's true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.”
Katherine P.O.V
She was discharged from the hospital after one month. She was barely living like she lost the hope of life. She used to sat in the same corner and watch outside from window. She doesn't like to talk. I was becoming desperate to hear her voice. The only voice that came from her was her screaming. Her screaming held so much of pain that I also somethime want to give up on her. But my stubbornness of not giving up her on fi ally take troll.
"Why are you doing this?" She asked me looking outside. I stopped cleaning her room and look at her with wide eyes.
A smile took over on my face. But instead of answering her, I question back "Why are you doing this?"
Her lashes flutter and she look down at
