Amanda Smith bit her lip tightly, yet tears fell uncontrollably. She turned her head and buried her face in the man's chest, her shoulders trembling constantly.
Samuel Johnson looked at the woman's slender shoulders, a flicker of heartache passing across his face as he slowly reached out to embrace her, whispering comfort in her ear, "Amanda, don't be afraid, you've come back, and there are so many good days ahead of us... I won't leave you, we will always be together."
Amanda's tears nearly soaked through his shirt at the chest, warm and scalding, burning with a discomfort that settled in his heart.
During the time Amanda had been gone, when he had learned of the illness, although he did not think about death, he didn't harbor much fear of it either.
But now, he truly began to fear.
He feared dying, leaving Amanda alone.
Their lives had just begun to bloom brilliantly; how could they wither now?
He held Amanda tightly in his arms, exhaling a heavy breath.
