She laughed and took a bite into her sandwich. We raced down the bright green fields and over the stone bridge. Her feet danced on the pavement as she sang her sweet laugh. I grabbed her hand and pulled her closer to me. A warm feeling arose in me, and it filled me with fireworks. This is love, huh.
That was three months ago. Our last date.
I walk in the door and take a deep breath. Something is wrong. I look around and search for the sweet aroma of her cooking, the magical sounds of her voice. The kitchen feels empty. "Asuna?" I call out. Slowly I open the door to the bedroom. Pitch black, yet I notice her immediately. The bright light can never be dimmed. She lays on the bed, her face on a book. She fell asleep waiting for me to come home. Is it really that late? 12:49 AM the clock reads. I must have lost track of time while I was working.
Asuna POV
I didn't notice him come back home. I fell asleep waiting for him to come home. I didn't notice him leave. I was still asleep. Is there something that much more important than me?
Does he still love me?
I grab my bag and rush to the hospital. "Doctor Stevens! A patient has come in. Bullet wound to the chest." I follow the intern and take a look at the patient. "He's clear. Head up to the OR."
I scrub up and open the door. He's laying there on the table. I make the first incision.
I feel as if I've lost control. My boyfriend is never there. My parents disowned me for not marrying into wealth. My brother is in a coma after experiencing serious head trauma while fighting for the army. Everything is floating away from my grasp, and I can only just brush against it with my fingertips. And now my patient died. At my hands. Am I not the skilled surgeon I studied so hard to become? Is everything finally catching up to me?
I walk at a normal pace, but it feels like I can barely breathe. I pause for a moment, and he grabs his chance. His arm snakes along my body and covers my mouth. I try desperately to get free. "K-K-Kirito…" I whisper. But he cannot hear me. The man in black whisks me away as if I were just a fancy chandelier.
Kirito…
Where are you?