Without My Colored Glass Wings

A girl sitting in front of the ICU room appeared anxious to hear the information that would be announced by a doctor who had just examined someone she cared about.

"Doctor, how is he doing?" the girl asked with great concern.

Was it still appropriate for her to care? Was it still right for her to be worried after her beloved had thrown so many insults and even resorted to violence against her?

"His condition is critical at the moment, he needs time for recovery," the doctor replied.

The girl bowed her head respectfully, thanking the doctor for examining her beloved.

"Thank you so much, doctor, for examining my beloved. I will take good care of him," the girl said innocently, with bruises on her cheek.

"This might be very difficult for you, but I truly hope you can handle it. Stay strong," the doctor said.

The girl shed endless tears, receiving a light pat on the shoulder from the doctor before he walked away from the patient's room. Meanwhile, the girl entered the room filled with the smell of medicine and the sound of medical devices next to her beloved's bed.

"Darling," she called.

Her name was Irsya. She walked up to her beloved, who could only lie weakly in the hospital bed with a very pale face, making Irsya cry even harder.

"Forgive me, my love. I couldn't take care of you properly, I'm sorry," Irsya said.

Irsya poured out all her sadness and frustration onto herself, thinking that all of this was her fault.

"I'm sure you can get through this, my love. Please, don't make me this sad," Irsya pleaded.