And I will read slowly, chantingly, as if I’m singing you a long, sad song. You will squint and flinch slightly from the chill running through your temples.

And then I will stop. You will freeze not wanting to believe that this is the end. I will turn and meet your gaze. You will run your eyes excitedly over my face, and I will feel how your heart rushes, how it yearns and beats, breaks, cries ... As quietly, tenderly and serenely as I can. I will come and take your hand, giving warmth and affection. And you will calm down. Not immediately, a little later. Squeezing me in tight arms, repeating that you won't let go anywhere ...