by: FiendisHSerapH
December 27
Everything was bitterly silent. Hands reached out for something tangible as it ran across the white covers. He fumbled and reached out through the disarranged sheets. He had been lying there for quite a long time that his back's already sore. Still, he fumbled, searching for warmth, for another hand to grab hold onto and for another person to share the whole day with...
.. and the bitter feeling that tears him up inside ever since.
Moments later, he felt the warmth he's craving for, and he soon opened his hand to let the rosy flesh mingle with his pale one.
Warmth... that's what he yearned for after being isolated. He is so scared.
He uttered someone's name, yet his voice seem to only let out a moan, and an incomprehensible one, that is.
"Hush now. You need some rest. Don't force yourself too much." the voice, so feminine and hushed, advised him. It's the voice that he had always followed all his life.
But no, all he wants to do now is to stand up and leave... breathe new air, to avoid the plaguing smell of the hospital lingering on his senses. It made him feel so drowsy, that he really wanted to avoid it, and to go away.
He twitched his limbs, forcing some amount of enery required for him to spring up and gather his whole self again. But he seemed so drained that he just collapsed back on his bed.
"But... I want to go home. Tell me... I am okay, am I right?"
The one asked could offer no answer. She couldn't believe it. A few days ago they were so happy celebrating Christmas in their own household. He even ate a bunch and sang along in the newest tunes. He even gave her a special present that had required him to cut off his daily expenditures in school. And he even lavished upon the sight of his new sneakers which was her gift... a gift she knew would be so special for him because it would be his last.
Yes, they have been so happy on that special day, and she couldn't believe that time could run so fast, so fast that it's so hard to catch up with it.
"I am okay, am I right?" his voice now registered a certain kind of fear because of the delayed, hesitant and unspoken reply.
Her coffee-brown eyes met up with eyes of the same color, color inherited from her. Her lips quivered as she tried to make up the words. It has been months of hiding the truth from him... yet she knew that he had this strange feeling about his own body since he noticed the changes --- drastic changes --- that have been slowly wearing his vitality away as days passed by no matter how happy they have been.
Silence. Lapse of doubt and confusion. Silence. Period of thinking, implying... and acceptance.
No words are needed to convey it. He somehow understood what that loss of words meant.
"I'm okay, I'm okay... I'm okay!" he nonchalantly repeated to himself, his voice so shaky. She hugged him close, half of the most important person in her life. She hugged him, no matter how painful his fists slam against her back in reflect of the cruel discovery. The slams grew faint and fainter as his strength was drained and thrown away bit by bit, as if Kami-sama doesn't want him to use it anymore.
"It can't... it just can't..."
He coughed, his lungs spattering out something that had always wanted to come out, something he had been trying to hold back. He shivered within her hold.
And there it went. Light red and sticky substance stained her pink cardigan jacket.