In response to Danny writing challenge: Spring Fairly Tale, though this is not a fairy tale in that sense.
She was gone, disappeared. I was feeling that she was getting sick, her color was fading, getting white, day by day. When I looked at her, a pinching shiver used to sweep throughout my body.
“Are you sick? You are looking so colorless, what is happening to you?”
There rose a feeble smile on her fading lips, the lips which were so red when I saw her first, so full of life. It was very hard