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a promise-Martha had fought all day against a headache so horrid it felt as if it might split her skull in two, yet, it wasn’t important: the spinning of the room, the fever, the pain in every muscle and bone… it would all be over soon. They were both so familiar with Death, they knew it was coming.“Tom…” a weak voice whispered from the bed.“Yes my dear?”“I… want you to promise me something.”“Anything.”Thomas brushed his hand over her curly hair, so red, so colorful in contrast to her almost blue lips and pale grey skin. He lay next to her on the bed and she went on:“When… you have the desire to get married again, you—““I will not get married again.”A smile appeared on her face at these words. Despite being surrounded by kin and servants, Thomas was so close that this conversation was only theirs. Through the bed sheets, Martha could feel the regular and strong pulse of his h
I feel old-"I feel old.""You’re just tired, Patty…"For over three months he had been repeatedly saying she was ‘just’ tired, as if a good night of sleep could improve the state of her health. It was a lie. A reassuring lie. They both knew it."No. I feel… old," she said again lying in bed, her hands accentuating her words.And Thomas almost smiled."You know, my love", he replied while brushing locks of hair from her sweaty forehead, “the first time I stared at you, really stared at you, your eyes captivated me."Those eyes frowned slightly."What do you mean?""Their deep hazel color, and… I know it will sound odd, but", evaluating the most truthful words to express his idea, he paused, “I could read dozens of lives in them.""For a Cartesian mind like yours, it is indeed surprising…" Martha whispered in a giggle."In some cultures and civilizations, it is indeed plausible," the lawyer retorted with amusement. “It