Introduction - Flowers on the Table
I put my hand on the knob, the metal stinging, as it was very cold. Even inside the hospital, the hallways seemed to blow a wind of their own.
Still, even as this cool breeze was pushing me to go inside, I did not want, nor did I believe I could bear seeing what was to be seen just beyond the thick dominating wooden door that stood in front of me. That is where I stood, frozen in my steps, my hand stuck to the knob, and yet not letting it be turned.
...and then I opened the door, looking forward, the light switch flicked on without thinking. It was almost as if something had pushed me to walk in, and had succeeded. It was a small room, a tv on the side, a small window to look out of.
Sakura lay on the bed, her bandaged body covering her, her face bruised. She had been attacked this morning. Tomoyo had told me so on the phone this morning.
...and god, I was speechless.
I walked to her side and sat in the chair by her. I could hear her breathing from here, which was deep and almost sounded as if she was sufficating. I took no notice, instead I merely sat down, not moving or anything, just staring.
Then, removing myself from my moment of thought, I put my hand upon hers, which was limply hanging off the bed. I held it, tight, the coldness of it bringing me fear that she was already dead, but her breathing reassuring me.
'Oh my god, Sakura, who could've done this to you?' I asked, her eyes retaining their closed positions. She never moved, she was completly desolate, her face gone pale. She had scratch marks on the side of her arm, and her eye was looming in a large black spot.
I didn't give out a tear, however.
She had my pity indeed, but not enough to induce my tears, for in my own mind, I had remained silent though it all. And that was exactly how I'd remain. Silent. No words spoken.
Then, I stood up and quickly walked out. I shut the lights before I did though, knowing full well she was sleeping.
I also took note of the flowers on top of the small table by Sakura's bed. It was obvious that he had beaten me here, for my call was after his.
I shut the door, silently, keeping the full intent to not wake her.
After all, she was his now anyway.
She never told me what he had...that I didn't.
She merely walked away from me, telling me that as she did her usual stride. It was raining, and I merely stood there.
She was the one who was unfaithful to me...but then, why must I come back to see her here, in the hospital? Am I that hopeless?
Perhaps.
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