the known secret

'let me tell you secret'..he cuffed his hand..she put away her hair covering her ear to listen..he breathed heavily making it hard for her to hear..she complained about it and he blushed..he went closely and said..'gachi ya men'..'aaaa..not again..' she annoyed.. he just laughed..'not again' he said to himself..
..he laid on a green stretcher when he opend his eyes..he was moving..fast..people around him seemed frightened..as if they had seen a ghost..the glucose pack rocked back and forth and he saw her face..he gave her a smile..she replied it..he tried to cuff his hand but the hand won't move..he tried his best but it won't..the lights above him seemed so bright with every passing one..and soon white was the only color..
When he opened his eyes..she had fallen asleep by his bed..he lifted his hand..they were bandaged..heavily..he raised it above her head but lost control and the hand dropped on her head..waking her..she looked concerned..he smiled in the signal to say everything was alright..he lifted his hand again..it felt like it was held by tone of rocks..but he cuffed it..she cleared her hair and moved close to him..with a smile he said..'gachi ya men..'.she looked at him and smiled..'i know'...."

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