LET HIM WATCH

Elena:

Just as the door opened, Donald came in rushing towards me.

"Mine?” A tear fell from my eyes, and before it could roll, Donald wiped it away with his thumb.

“Yours, Ele. I'm yours,” he repeated in his deep baritone voice.

“You're not saying this because of my condition, are you?” My silver eyes darted across his face, searching.

Donald’s lips tugged to the side, his finger still caressing my face so gently. “That is why I'm here, Ele. Because I'm ...