Nightmare of Ediths

her friend''s knees under the blanket, then back to her face, her eyes sparkling.

"What?" Charlene went blank for a moment, then realising that Edith was referring to her feat that day. She then shook her head with a bitter smile. "No, I never hold such extravagant hopes. Since I was seven, I''ve stopped fantasising so. If you ask me how I was able to stand up back then, it was only a miracle you bestowed upon me, my dear friend."

"But can''t this miracle''s power go further?" Edith asked, unwilling to give up.

"This can only be left to fate''s arrangement. But I won''t pray for it!" Charlene smiled and placed her hand on her chest. "I willingly accept everything that is given to me. As long as I don''t covet what doesn''t belong to me, I won''t suffer from shattered hopes! In the first two years of the revolution, it was exactly this kind of suffering that brought down Raphael. He always dreamed that one day, when he opened his eyes in the morning, the life of the old days would return to us. Alas, yet I know very well that the past will never come back. I never complain about anything, so I won''t suffer."

"But Charlene, haven''t you ever felt a moment that fate has been unfair to you?" Edith couldn''t help but ask.

"I think, what fate has destined for us to endure, if we can''t bear it calmly, it is instead a kind of weakness." The expression on the wheelchair-bound girl''s face at this moment was similar to that when she saved her friend that day.

Edith pouted, "You''re just the type to take things as they come! Seeing you like this always makes me feel sorry for you."

"I am lucky too. I have such a great friend like you, don''t I?" Charlene bent down and stroked her friend''s hair.

Edith happily leaned her head on Charlene''s knees. In the past, she often willfully scolded her friend for their differing views; but by Charlene''s side, she always unconsciously became childish, just like when she was