It took a week for the Angel to die. Couldn’t move and speak, eyes closed. Morphine was the care !
Can’t tell if the Angel was able to listen to the music in the room. Angel’s favourite songs. Songs of an old era.
Can’t tell if the Angel was able to feel our hands, or the kisses, or …
Can’t tell what the Angel was dreaming.
I can tell, though, what was going on with the Angel’s body. A wonderful body, a beautiful face, a rare soul.
I think we saw a tear.
Nobody left the room. Nobody left Angel’s hands. Until the last moment.
Almost ! Because i think the Angel left while Morpheus visited us, the two that we were sitting next to the bed, holding tight the Angel’s hands.