I was walking into Aurora's room, her eyes were closed and swollen, I approached slowly, thinking she might be sleeping.

“Who's there?” she asked, her voice unsteady.

“It's me, Oliver.”

I got closer and touched her hand.

“I can't open my eyes.”

“It's alright, don't strain yourself.”

Her eyes were deeply bruised, my chest actually ached with how sorry I felt. She was such a sweet person, she didn't deserve to go through something like this in her life.

“Oliver.” She squeezed my hand. “Thank you