🌙 The Final Meeting
The hospital room was dim. The woman looked frail, wrapped in sheets.
“You found me,” Clara whispered.
“I never stopped trying,” the woman murmured, touching Clara’s birthmark. “I used to kiss you here every night.”
Clara’s tears fell on the blanket. “I’m sorry I didn’t believe you.”
The woman smiled faintly. Her hand went still. The monitor beeped once… then silence.
