His vision a blur.
What had happened yesterday?
Why was he in a hospital bed?
He couldn't think straight All he could see was darkness.
All he could feel was the beating of his heart All he could think about, was her.
His vision soon cleared up.
He could see everything.
His short blonde hair fell over his eye,
blocking out some of the room.
He could see that people had been in,
Because of all the tissue's.
Maybe, She had been.
Maybe She was still here.
He frantically swivelled his head,
left right,left right.
No one was there Except his dear char kiseki.
A tear rolled down his cheek,
A tissue was handed to him.
But by who?
Was it a nurse?
He looked to the side to find her,
sitting there,
half asleep.
She wrapped her arms around him,
her sweet scent filling his nostrils.
He placed a arm round her back,
And she held him even tighter.
Was this true love?
Was this a dream?
He didn't know,
He didn't care.