Ethan
I pause at the door, not going in immediately. My hand is still on the handle, but I don't press it, I don't know why.
Since when has coming to see my wife felt like this? The truth is… the truth is, I do know… all too well.
I'm afraid.
Not of the hospital, not of seeing her hurt… Not of the machines that have been keeping her company.
I'm afraid of her, of the way she looks at me. Of what's missing when she looks at me.
I take a deep breath; I'm not going to avoid this. I said I wasn't going to give up…
I finally push the door open, entering slowly, without making a sound. She's awake, sitting up slightly in bed, her back against the bed, her hands on the sheets.
She looks… more present, more aware, but not closer. Not to me.
Her eyes meet mine as soon as I enter, and ther
