Her; He used to profess love to her a million times. She happened to unhear it all the times, leading to that milion count. This continued to be their everyday encounters. Bed, pillows, patient monitors, breathing tubes, white walls, white curtains turned his mute witnesses. Each count of silence that she offered, was his only solace, offering little life in death. Once when she smiled at him lately, corpsemen were then transferring him to the exigency coma. Some silences are destined to remain, unvoiced love stories thus. Life - a grim enigma ! #yqbaba #yourquote #aestheticthoughts #peppeboy #silentlovestories #unspokenlove #unbloomed #angelnurse
