108. The Right One
Susy
I see him open his eyes and I feel as if time had been frozen these past days and now it's moving again.
The morning light filters through the blinds in the room. It’s not the blinding brightness of full sun, but a kind of luminous caress that covers the room with calm. As if even the universe understood that here, in this corner of the hospital, everything must move more slowly.
I watch him while I hold his hand tightly. I need him to feel me. His breathing is more steady, more rhythmic. His eyelids barely flutter, as if behind them his dreams are beginning to give way to reality. I moved a little closer, without making a sound, holding his hand gently. And then I hear him.
A murmur. Barely a whisper, but unmistakable.
"…Susy…"
My heart stops for a moment an
