His Eagle Eyes on Me

Twelve years had passed, and Taronia was experiencing an exceptionally harsh and unforgiving winter.

The doctor had come to give the old woman an injection, but her skin no longer allowed him to find her veins.

He shook his head at Irene before leaving.

Tears rolled down Irene's face as she watched the doctor leave.

"Irene..." murmured the old woman weakly.

Irene swiftly wiped her tears away and calmed herself before turning around and heading back to bed.

"Don't be afraid, Grandma. The doctor forgot to bring the medicine. He is heading back to the clinic to take it." Irene did not want the old woman to worry.

The old woman had been bedridden and ill ever since she had tripped and fallen a year ago. Had Irene not tended to her carefully, she would have passed away a long time ago. After a year of fighting to survive, the old lady felt weak and weary. She had no energy left to continue the fight. She had been unable to eat for three months and had wasted away. She had become a living skeleton because of the lack of nutrition. A sharp pain lanced through her chest with every breath she took.

am leaving now... Don't... Don't cry..." the old woman held onto Irene's hands with tears in her

don't want you to leave either, Grandma... I don't want you to go. Please!" Irene sobbed as she clutched the old woman's frail hand in her own. "What should I do if you are gone? I want you to stay with me forever. I

woman felt as though the pain had

a purpose when Irene walked into her life, and she had

she whispered, "You have to... be happy... Be careful... of

her tears, unable to

remove... the mask... Not until... you

repeated those words to her many times over the years, and Irene nodded. "I

You've always

on the past year of her life. Though she had refused to be treated at a hospital, Irene had spent a

a student without a penny to her name, so the old woman

the old woman

tears

me now?" Irene sobbed and asked. "I won't look for him. I promise.