“Because I have to. The darker we look at situations,
the darker the road looks… We have to take the path
of light, we have to follow what brings us hope and
support because if we fall into that darkness it becomes
harder to climb out of.” He inhaled deeply, exhaling
smoothly to calm his rising nerves. His arm rest around
her to comfort her while his eyes remained fixated on
the man on the bed, laying there, cold and pale. Each
beep the machine made caused his heart to sink.
"You’re definitely a lucky man for being able to
to do that, Steve. I mean… I wish I can see the
good in everything, just like you can.” She laughed
bitterly and glanced over to Tony, his eyes still
closed, a respirator helping him breathe. “I just…
I love him so much, Steve. I want him to wake up
and smile. God, I miss his smile. That was…always
the highlight of my day, ya know?” A weak smile
appeared on her features as she looked up to Steve.
“He’d be happy knowing you stopped by. You are
a very good friend of his anyways. So, I thank you
personally.”