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Rising Sun

~Prologue~

She had been in this hospital three to four times out of her life, yet the touch of the tight sheets and sight of sterile surgical equipment were still frighteningly all too familiar to her.

In all cases she was a perfectly healthy child. She ate well and kept to normal routines of daily exercise. Maybe that's why the universe has given her this. Maybe she had this coming. She had everything in her short life coming.

Especially him.

The small, japanese woman shifts her onyx head slightly to look out her window. It's dark out. She can barely see the leaves of a overshadowing tree, brushing its branches against the window pane. There were many nights like this. Where the moon was opaque and the breeze was devoid of life. She never paid too much attention to those nights. There were so many more brighter mornings. However, there didn't seem to be too many of them these days.

She'd been here for three weeks. Waiting. Anticipating. Delaying. As she drums her pale, bony fingers- or at least tries to- on the wooden chair beside her, she thinks of the past with a clenching twist to her frail heart. This is now her fifth time in a hospital. Maybe her last. She could only hope with a bittersweetness.

The first time was when everything in her life took a turning point. She smiles at the memory, the edges of her cracked lips making their ways up slowly and her insides bubbling still after so many years. It was a... a golden filled day now that she thought of it, contrary to her feelings at the time. Not the best, but the first. The first of many days of her life that she actually lived. That she tasted the atmosphere in its brightness and touched the peaks of mountains, almost grasping the sun. Though she was never too far from it. She had one beside her.

All hers.

She grasps the arm of the chair, digging her nails into the wood, and takes in ragged breathes. She looks about her, gazing at her surroundings. It's almost pitchblack and the only sound filling her ears is the beeping of monitors and shuffling of feet outside the doorway, shifting light seeping through the waxed floor in parallelograms from beneath the navy blue door.

Her eyes and lips are the only things she can move without exhaustion and she wills herself to calm and not awaken the sleeping figure at her side. She closes her eyes as she extends her right hand, searching mechanically for him. She finds his soft locks and runs her fingers tenderly though them. Her chapped lips ache at widening into a broader smile.

Bittersweet. The word seemed to describe everything these days.

The third experiance she had in a hospital was not so. She winces at violent memories and decides to wipe them away once more. She hated those days. She would delete them or have loved to burn them in order for them to sieze to exist. The pain they brought to not only her had made her intensify her hatred towards this vile place. She sighed and decided not to blame the place, but more the reason for her to be here. The deadly demons that haunted her being. She strangled those thoughts and threw them away.

They would be back, though.

Her best time being at a hospital was when life was blessed to her. And even that one was not a great day. Nothing brought her more happiness... or sorrow. Remorse floods her once more as it had for several years now and she soon shoves that aside.

For now.

It always had a way of returning to her. She should say that it was the best day of her life like so many others going through that 'wonderful' experiance. Truthfully, she would be lying if she agreed. She wanted to shake the thoughts away, but her head had already been spinning for several hours which had left her to sit here and think. Contemplate.

Wait...

This time... This time is like the first.

There's a crossroads. This way or that. She didn't know the outcome and what it would do or cause. The first was what led her here. Where would she go after the fifth? After what she selfishly hoped to be the last? The pain was too much to bear anymore.

She tightens her wrinkled eyes and feels her head spin.

'Oh, Alfred.'

She continues to stroke through the hair at her side and wills them not to wake until sunrise. Everything was always better in a new day.

She decides to drift off while she can, hoping she doesn't slip away as she sneaks in a few forgotten memories. She longs to view them as a slideshow and distract herself from whatever may come next morning. Starting at the beginning of it all: Him.

Her golden sun.

-Rising Sun-

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