“What if you had this prosopagnosia like Jack Masselin, how would you distinguished me?”, I asked.
“Your smell”, he said.
I chuckled for a seconds.
“Woah. Is it really that rare my smell?”, I replied.
“Absolutely, yes. I like your smell. It feels like home”, he replied.
“I am deeply wounded, love. I can’t stay here for a long time”, he uttered.
“God would mended the wounded parts of you”, I replied.
“He sent you an amazing nurse”, I added.
“Who?”, he asked.
“Me. My deep affection for you would somehow lessened the pain that you’re feeling”, I answered.
“There’s a shooting star, make a wish for it’s your birthday”, he said.
“As if my wish will come true”, I replied.
“Okay. What if genies were real and she want you to wish for one thing, what would it be?” he replied.
“Maybe… a peaceful death tonight”, I whispered.