Yes, it was too nice to be other than a pink cloud of illusions, too beautiful to be real, too wonderful to last long... With a trembling heart she still tried to keep optimism, because that could be a letter from his parents as well, right? Or from an old friend...? Perhaps an issue that had nothing to do with them. It must be!...<br/>Imma pushed the dessert he liked so much closer to his hand.<br/>"Maybe this will help. Whatever it is." She smiled, waiting for the light kiss, the way only he could greet her.<br/>But truth was her sixth sense, that was perfectly unharmed, already told her: it'll hurt, it'll hurt much.<br/>