| Fan Fiction |
by Joesline
"Yes, I know it's hard to let go." She has always been a direct and straightforward person. Even as a sister of him, she too understands of what I was going through.
"I don't know what I should do..." Tears were rolling down my eyes as I sniffed silently under the blanket. Every time I remembered what he had told me that night, my heartbreak apart once again. It was not as easy as it seems to walk off like that.
"How about you hold onto him and find someone else better before letting him go?" Her opinion nevertheless was just trying to give me some consolence.
After some time, I decided to earn some rest after the abnormal palpitation that I had in the evening, my eyes shut tightly as I listened to the heart beat tracking machine. Few times I looked up, watching the heart beat scan and felt a big relieve. With that pain still crushing inside my heart, I could still see the signs of my heart beating. 'Lucky I'm still not dead.'
I told myself to rest well and be strong to move on when I knew well that this was the most vulnerable time I had ever been through. That I received the bad news, on the other side I had provoked my mother not on purpose and she was not giving me any good time as well.
I was all alone lying on the bed and waiting for the time to pass before I can be discharged. It would be late in the night till the examines of me be over. 'How should I go back?'
His sister had called a few times, trying to check on me that I was fine as she asked in concern if when I would be able to be discharged.
"I can call a cab back home. Don't worry about me."
During the night, my hand phone was flooded with messages and calls. Most of the messages were from him. Every word that he wrote could see his fear of losing me and yet I couldn't do anything to console him, as I was not able to help myself up, let alone to help him up as well.
I rejected calling him sweetheart, I asked him umpteen of times to not come and visit me. I had even assured him I was doing fine.
Many times in the messages that I wrote to him, I pluck up myself well to regain back my courage in facing the facts. Soon enough, late night has arrived and I was totally worn off from the battle. All I want was just a good rest but I could feel a part of me worrying for him and hoping he would actually come.
'No, You can face this on your own. He won't come.' I tried to convince myself before I was sunk into a deep and dark bottomless pit.
As I woke up again from my dreams and rest, my eyes were looking at the ceiling for a while. Dazing over the cause and facts that what had become a present. Would it be right if things had a turn about? Would my heart choose another person if I had another chance?
I guess it would be a no.
Soon enough another message arrived.
[Dear, where are you? I had reached the hospital. I'm so worried of you the whole night during work. Are the reports out?]
I cried. Teared off like a hopeless child. I was shivering in tears as I looked at the phone again and again. He did come and he is still as usual, worrying about me.
But, why is it so unfair that he actually belonged to some one else?
After some time as I locked my eyes at the entrance door, I found the man whom I was waiting for had finally appeared. His spiky black short hair, that charming look with a broad shoulder aspect pierced through all the windows with an expression filled of worries, in searching for me.
Finally he froze for a second before entering the place and arrived at the side of my bed. Letting out a sigh as I see his eyebrows frowned while his hand landed on my head, patting gently to give me some comfort.
"Are you okay? You really scared me out. Still not feeling well? Have the doctors checked on you? Is the report out?" He blabbered a string of questions still looking at me from head to toe, checking out if I was anywhere not all right.
I shook my head, "I'm fine."
Like this, he stayed by my side for the whole night till morning even he had to work the next day. His head rested on the wall, getting as much rest as he could. I had convinced him many times to ask him to go back home and head on for some sleep but he rejected my offer and insisted to be by my side.
Why would someone like him appear only now?
Denying my mind to think further, I went on with the arrangements for my discharge. After the arrangements were completed, I took the receipt and walked to him whom had dozed off at a corner.
"Let's go home." I patted on his shoulder gently, waking him up.
He looked up with those worn-out eyes while he held me tight still and led me out of the hospital.
During the ride back home, he laid his head on my shoulder and rest. It was silence between us. We were totally worn-off from what had happened to us. I almost wanted him back but I kept my answer to my heart, still deciding on which road I should take.
Before what have to come, I knew that we both needed a good rest first.
Sleep well, sweet heart.
I will love you no matter what, no matter if I am or not by your side.
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