Her eyes looked tired and somewhat dim, a teardrop dangled on the rim of her eye lid. She took deep breaths in and out, gasping heavily from her mouth.
The machines beeped beside her bed, She tried her best to lift her head, her strength was failing.
She looked through the thick glass window. "Wear a mask,” She mouthed. Then her head slid down her pillow,
her life now ended but unfinished. No more time for hopeful wishes. Where did she go wrong? Beautiful flower of the dawn.