The way I love you
103 Name ....
Vean holds a tiny and adorable baby girl. The baby girl's face was very beautiful, making the people who saw her very anxious.
"What's his name?"
"Dhea ... The dheara. Her name is Dheara."
The name that will always make Vean remember him, who was already calm there.
They stared at Vean with a hard-to-understand look, but still no one wanted to comment. The man was getting quieter, just talking as necessary. His eyes were always flat, as if lifeless.
Yes, Vean felt his body was no longer soul. Buried with someone who should have—baginya—still stay here.
Vean smiled at the child's face, promising to love Dhea with all his heart, to give her the best in life.
He will not allow his Dhea to have the same fate as someone whose name he will always remember, who is always in all his prayers.
Vean kissed the baby's forehead and cheeks, hugging him tightly like a priceless treasure.
The sense of tightness was still there, still just as great, as if all that had just happened yesterday. The sense that continued to bind him, bound him and imprisoned him into endless regret.
Vean cried inwardly, voiceless and invisible.
He's enough to know what it's like.
Dhea
Say hello to the heart.
It was always and always was that name he called.
Vean smiled at Dhea, in the figure of a beautiful baby with a sharp nose.
Cuddled by the tiny baby, reluctant to let go for fear of losing it for good. In Vean's arms, Dhea looks calm, revealing her tiny smile with clear round eyes.
Vean cradled the baby, still unwilling to let go even though Dhea was asleep in her warm embrace.
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Vean sat in the garden, with Dhea.
"Dhea, clear skies yes, today. Sometime, let's see the snow and eat a lot of chocolate."
Dhea just chattered to hear the words of Vean.
"Dhea, do you want to be a doctor? Healing a lot of people?"
Vean felt his heart beating uncharacteristically. A gentle breeze hit her face, and she hugged Dhea's small body even more tightly, so as not to get cold.
"Let's see the first snow of the year. We're going to Switzerland. You want?"
"You're gonna love the snow."
Brother Vean, don't forget to invite me to play in the snow.
Brother Vean, how cold is that snow?
Brother Vean ....
Brother Vean ....
Brother Vean ....
Vean sees a balloon dealer, and the man holds Dhea to buy the balloon.
Vean chose a balloon that was white and red—like the color of their shirt—and gave it to Dhea's little hands.
Not long held, the two balloons came out of Dhea's grip. Vean and Dhea looked at the flying balloon.
Red and white balloons, which fly into the sky that are whitish blue ....
"Look Dhea, the balloon's getting higher, decorating the sky."
Dhea began to raise her hand, wanting to reach the two balloons.
"You want that? We'll just buy another one, okay?"
But Dhea started whining, wanting to keep that balloon.
Vean then looked at the balloon, and was stunned.
It was not the two balloons that caught his attention. But someone's face, a smiling face in the sky there.
Dhea ....
Vean started to step up, getting faster and not wanting to stop.
Dhea ....
No, this time he no longer wanted to lose. He would reach it, though far away, and exhausting, he would arrive there.
Wait for me ....
He moved even faster, hugging Dhea's small body tightly.
Brucks
The bodies of both of them bounced very hard due to the collision of a car that was speeding fast. People started to arrive, some even yelled hysterically because of what they saw.
In his arms, he saw Dhea covered in blood. And in another vision, there was a smiling Dhea.
Finally the eyes were closed.
Dhea ....
Dhea ....
Dhea ....
Steady ....
Let's go together ....
Dhea ....