Ole had been slipping in and out of a coma for several months.
Yet Lena had stayed by his bedside every single day.
One day, when he came to, he motioned for her to come nearer.
As she sat by him, he whispered, eyes full of tears, 'You know vat?
You have been vith me all tru da bad times. Ven I got fired, you vere dare to support me. Ven my business failed, you vere dare. Ven I got shot, you vere by my side. Ven we lost da house, you stayed right here. Ven my health started failing, you vere still by my side...
You know vhat Lena?'
'What dear?' she gently asked, smiling as her heart began to fill with warmth.
'I'm beginning to tink you're bad luck....'
Happy Saturday! - Ranae
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