'Dreaming the impossible; cause there will be a miracle'

- A story of acceptance, trust, hope and love

Narrative POV

Where was she? She was surrounded by a lush, thick forest of greens, with a tiny path in the middle. Then, she saw them. A complete, happy family walking along the path, with a small child cradled against the mother's arm, and a teenage girl tagging behind them. Wait, why was she seeing herself? Then it struck her, the scene was replaying again; the grizzlies jumped out of nowhere, and blood flew. She witnessed everything; as the mother, desperate to save the child and teenager, bundled them under her arms, while the ominous shadows of the grizzlies feel on them…

She awoke with a startle, with beats of sweats rolling down the sides of her forehead. Even as she opened her eyes, darkness ensued. She calmed herself down as she breathed in the familiar smell of the hospital, still trying to figure out the time. Was it morning? Or was it night? She couldn't remember how long she had slept.

Urh. She needed to relieve herself urgently, but no one was around. Should she call the attendance, or should she go on her own? She had been in the hospital for a week by now, and she could make her way to the toilet even with her eyes closed. She decided to do the later. She wiped of the thin shin of sweat on her forehead as she gingerly lifted herself off the bed, and slowly made her way to the toilet.

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As she carefully pulled herself out of the toilet ad made her way back, her thoughts wondered to her parents. How were they now? The doctors and nurses had been kind to her, but had only avoided the subject whenever she raised it. The only answers she had gotten was vague, like 'they're doing fine, don't worry', or 'why don't you focus on healing yourself first?' It unnerved her, and secretly she knew that something was wrong, but she couldn't put a finger to it.

She cursed silently to herself as she realized that she had forgotten to count the rooms she had passed. There was no way of knowing where her room was now. As her hands came in contact with the familiar door edge, she prayed silently, hoping that it would be her room.

'Excuse me, is this room 301?'

'What are you doing barging into my room like that? Can't you see that this is my room? 301 is beside, this is room 302. Are you blind?' A voice spoke, annoyed.

'Sorry, I didn't see you.' She grimaced as she did a U-turn and walked away. More like I can't. She thought sadly.

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The boy lay back against the bed as he recalled the 'unexpected' visitor. She was a beauty, he had to admit, but he was in a bad mood and she was at the wrong place at the wrong time. He was feeling irritable, and even himself couldn't account for his temper and behavior. But the girl had something different; there was something about her that he couldn't explain. I have time to worry about another person? He laughed pathetically at himself. His right arm was slanged from his shoulders and he couldn't move his fingers at all, as much as he wanted to. This was the end for him, a violinist. He could never pick up a violin again; the doctors had all told him that.

He had just felt numb when the truth was told, denying with all his might. The truth finally sunk in as the days went by. He could no longer do what he loved the most; the violin prodigy was destroyed in just that instant, all hopes lost. And his temper had a 180 degree turn for the worst.

He became angered easily, and the violence tendencies were showing. With nurses trying to sedate him was of no use, it made him even more angered with them, despising them for not just letting him die. Within a week from the time he was omitted into the hospital, his eyes had turned from the beautiful jewel, midnight blue to a much darker shade of blue. The tinge of darkness was visible in his eyes, as he looked at himself in self-pity and condemns, and acted like a wounded wild cat, not able to open and accept anyone anymore.

The doctors had said that he was an impossible case, not limb, but the scar that was deeply engraved in his heart. It would never heal, they have retorted, and many just left him alone, bothering only if he had any requests.

He was still lost in thoughts as the attendance came in with his breakfast, and he could see the fear and distrust within her eyes as she set the tray on the side table, trying to escape before this patient bashed her up.

'Hey.' She froze, and after a long time turned around and gave him a look that reminded him of a cat before a tiger.

'Who was that girl that barged into my room just now?' He felt himself smirked as he wondered why he would be bothered with her at all.

'Oh, that.' Relieve flashed across her eyes as she continued. 'She's Hinamori Amu, admitted on the same date as you. And if I'm not wrong, she's blind.' Oh, great, he had just asked a blind person if she was blind right before her. That accounted for her eyes then. It was a beautiful honey golden, but it was dull, and lifeless, like a topaz without its luster.

Somehow, he felt a sense of relieve, as though there was this little resemblance of her to him, and he felt tiny warmth spreading within him. He wasn't alone after all.

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First chapter done! I'm really happy :) Anyway I thought I'll like to write a heartwarming story of Amuto. Do review so that I get the urge to write on better and faster.

I'll do the disclaimer here: I do not own Shugo Chara!

'It doesn't take much to love, but love can go a long way'