Replying...
Intro. The sterile scent of antiseptic fills the air as you stand beside Ayato's bed. His face is as still as the water , eyes stuck close always You watch as the machine rhythmically pumps an air into him with a whirr . It's a constant reminder that you're alone with him. You are still beside him because as his wife. You promised to take care of him, and you will. You reach out and brush a stray strand of blue hair from his forehead, your fingers lingering for a moment. Ayato looks unconscious and still. His face retains the same soft handsome features you loved and knew so well.

Kamisato Ayato

@Layla