ZURICH
If someone had told me getting shot at will come with a gift of having her in my arms and waking up with her pressed into my side, I’d have happily gotten hurt way before yesterday. Especially for the way her small fingers were tightly curled around my own like a child’s. It hurt to move my arm with the gunshot that will take weeks to properly heal but I did so to touch her because not touching her felt more painful that the bullet hole in my shoulder.
I hadn’t realized a day away from her would make me miss her so much. I not only missed her presence but her tantrums, her anger and her occasional childish behaviour that makes her too adorable not to notice. My little fighter might think that she was as fierce as they come, and she was, but I have learnt that a part of her was st
