She always said that she was fine.
“I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.” Those were her constant words.
Even now, as she laid bleeding out in my arms, her tune wasn’t any different.
With her last vestige of strength she reached up and placed a hand on my cheek.
“Don’t worry,” she smiled, “I’m fine.”
[ Special thanks to my posing partner! ]
Pose: My Happy Place by KaTink