Fan Fiction |
by Mimosa
"Why?"
Her voice was very soft, but within the empty hall its echo came back, piercing!
His fingers halted on the keyboard...
"Why?"
She advanced a step. He didn't turn. The simplicity of her question carried a power to which he felt totally defeated.
“Gallen?”
He blinked, but stayed motionless in his wheelchair, with his back to her “My Father asked me to …”
“No he did not!”
“Flora…” He closed his eyes
“Why Gallen? Why did you lie to me? Why didn’t you go to your therapy sessions? Why did you take morphine against Dr. Wu’s order?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” He lowered his head a little
“Stop feigning innocent like that, Gallen!”
“I…”
She rushed to his side, and before he would react, she pulled hard at his sleeve. The cuff button gave way at her rage, as it torn away and dropped with a bell-chiming sound on the luxurious dance floor… She pushed the sleeve unceremoniously upward, passing his elbow. On his hand the needle marks were still fresh…
“How do you explain these?” She said sternly “Don’t tell me they are from your blood test!”
“They are!” He turned his head to avoid her confronted eyes, fixing his gaze vaguely on one of the painting on the wall. His chin lifted up in such an obstinate pose, but the subtle quiver of his lips gave him away. She grabbed both of the arms of his wheelchair and spun him around.
“You’re not even looking at me!” She said accusingly “Why don’t you look at me, Gallen? If you look at me and say those words again, I’ll believe you!”
He shut his eyes, and his jaw line set into a grim line in an effort to suppress that quiver of his lips. She realized for the first time the feverish look of his countenance, and her heart softened against her wish. She turned abruptly, trying hard to remind herself the purpose of seeing him tonight, of confronting him.
She had probably turned a little two quickly, and carelessly hit her left hand against the corner of the piano. The painful cry she uttered made him open his eyes at once. He reached for her hand, wanting to examine the injury, but she yanked it away…
“Flora, let me see it!” his tone was pleading “Is it bleeding?”
“I don’t need you to care for me!” She yelled, being at the verge of tear “What I really need you to do is to take care of yourself, but what have you done?”
She waved her hands wildly, and hurt it again, this time with the open edge of the keyboard cover. “Ouch!”
“Okay, okay!” He cried, and somehow succeeded in catching both of her wrists while she struggled madly “Okay I lied to you, but please stop hurting yourself. If you must hit something, hit me!”
“How could I hit you if you seize my hands like this?” She outdone his volume
“Oh!” He let them go, and shut his eyes, expecting a slap, but it never came.
“You do think I would … I would hit you?” came the halting whisper amid tiny sobbing sounds.
“Flora, don’t cry!” He almost begged, and looked up at her helplessly “I… I guess I just don’t want you and everyone to see me suffer.” He ran his fingers through his hair, then buried his face in both hands “The morphine helps!”
“It doesn’t! And you know that…” She cried, stomping her feet like a little girl “For God sake, you’re a doctor yourself!”
“I wish I weren’t one, Flora” his voice also raised to match hers, as he brought his fists hard against the cold, senseless metal frame of his wheel chair “I wish I never studied medicine! I wish I could be just as naïve as other patients and believe in so-called miracles!”
“I am studying medicine, Gallen. And you know what? Someone… SOMEONE whom I love, trust and respect, was leading me to believe in miracle, the kind that HE would create for me, out of his faith, his talent, and on top of all, his love for me! He made me believe that miracles do happen with a touch of human will.” She stopped, placing her hand on her heaving chest. She felt a little constriction there…
“Flora!”
She waved her hand confusedly “Now that very person is saying to my face that I’m just being naïve! That there isn’t any miracle!” She began to laugh hysterically “Don’t you think it’s rather ironic, huh, Gallen?”
“Flora, there is a limitation to where human will would help creating miracle.” He wasn’t feeling well at all, but trying bravely to keep his voice in control “In my case, you know just as perfectly well as I do that those therapies are nothing more than a waste of time…”
“Time!” she stopped, staring at him, then broke into sarcastic laugh again “Why do you need time for? You’re injecting poison into yourself everyday, Gallen. I do have a hard time figuring out what time would mean to you!”
“I’m so sorry Flora!” he said after a long pause and in a much calmer tone, or at least that was what appeared to be “I’m sorry that I won’t be able to live up to what I’ve been telling everyone…”
She snickered acidly, causing him to pause. He glanced quickly at her, then decided to go on “Flora, I guess since the accident, I’ve began to look at life a little differently. I guess it’s much easier to think positive when you’re not the one who suffers. It seems easier to convince other to believe in what you believe, rather than to convince yourself in what you no longer believe… Like a lost faith…”
“I’ll make it really easy for you Gallen!” She took a deep breath, resting her eyes for a while, and when she spoke, it was with her very air of finality “Since you insist that you no longer believe in miracle, I think there’s no point for me to continue with my operation…”
“No, Flora!” He sat up straight and spoke hurriedly “You can’t do that!”
“Why not?” She shrugged in the utmost careless way “My belief is stemmed from your belief… And yours is now lost, I have all the reasons to suspect the validity of mine!”
“Flora, please!” He caught her arm and yanked her toward him “You must go on with the operation. There are so many people who love you… It’s not fair to your parents, to your brothers, to your friends, to… to…”
“Who else?” she struggled to free her arm, but he wouldn’t let go
“Me!” He said, looking squarely into her eyes for the first time of the night
“And you think what you’re doing is fair to me?”
“I... I only want the best of the bests in this world for you…” He stopped and tried hard to swallow the lump at his throat “But Flora, I’m not one of them. One day, you will find a perfect man who will be able to bring you…”
“Happiness, right?” She cut him short in with a smirk in her perfect lips “You let me go!”
“Flora, hear me out! It’s best for you to try to forget about me... about us…”
“You let me go!” she repeated, her tone icy
“Flora, I…”
“I meant LET GO OF MY ARM!” She yelled at the top of her lung. The main door to the hall flung open and her friends rushed in the room…
“Flora, are you okay?” Ada ran to Flora’s side with Annie by her heel.
“Gallen, what are you doing to her?” Kevin and Nick followed suit. Gallen sighed. He had no choice but to hesitatingly let go of Flora’s arm. The agitated girl reached into her purse, and pulled out a small blue booklet. She yanked the leaflets away from it, and shed them into pieces before any of those who presented had time to stop her.
“Gallen, there goes my passport!” She looked straight into his eyes, defiantly “If you want to die, we’ll die together!”
“Flora!” He stared helplessly from the tiny pieces of paper flying like confetti around them, to the girl herself. She stood like an angel amid the scene, with her face very white and her eyes shone with determination.
“I don’t have to look for a perfect man in my life, Gallen!” She said, locking his gaze in place, imprisoning his soul “I already found you!”
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"Loving him, and a moment would become eternity, as eternity would become a tick of the clock! The day I found him, love vanquished time!"
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