I love thee, I love but thee
With a love that shall not die
Till the sun grows cold
And the stars grow old.
by Willam Shakespeare
You will never know true happiness
until you have truly loved,
and you will never understand
what pain really is
until you have lost it.
True love cannot be found where it truly does not exist,
Nor can it be hidden where it truly does.
The rest of B-squad, including Omega gathered around Sydney's bed. They had just returned from a battle with Grumm's army.
"How are you feeling, Syd?" Z asked, handing a glass of water to Sydney.
"I'm fine and I'm positive that I can join you guys in battle already." Sydney said, pouting her lips. "Three weeks, I've been sitting here, doing nothing. No school, no cheerleading. I'm going crazy. And," Sydney added, "I sure can walk on my own already."
Seeing the disbelieving looks on their faces, Sydney started to stand up, wanting to prove that she can walk without limping. Sky started forward, wanting to help but Sydney shoved him away.
"NO, I don't need anybody's help. I'm fine on my own." She tried taking a few steps and fell when she reached the sixth. Before anyone could give her a hand, she shouted, "Go away. Leave me alone."
Sky walked towards her with a pained expression on his face. "Syd let us help. Two weeks ago, we didn't know the seriousness of your condition until the X-ray report and your having a torn ligament is not a joke."
Sydney covered both her ears, refusing to hear anymore from them.
Unable to take this any longer, Jack spoke for the first time, "Syd, why are you being so stubborn. It's all for your own good." Jack forcefully removed her hands from her ears.
"Listen to me, you think fighting Grumm without the pink ranger is very effortless for us? Open your eyes and look around. We are injured too, badly even, and we cant afford another bedridden ranger," Jack pressed his forehead and rubbed, soothing the throbbing headache, "be reasonable, Syd. We need you badly and we need a healthy and strong pink ranger. How can we go to battle with you limping? You'll get only worse and," Jack paused to look at Sky, then said, "do you think Sky is able to concentrate…"
Before he could continue, Z interrupted, "Jack, no. Syd's already feeling bad."
He shook his head. "Z, I have to." Z opened her mouth to protest but Jack turn to face Sydney and went on, Sky will be looking out for you instead. And to make matters worse, he might end up in bed."
Sky could not stand Jack reprimanding Sydney. He marched up to him and raised his fist, "You—stop it."
Bridge immediately stood between them, or rather sandwiched between the two men.
"Chill out okay. God help us."
Z started to pull Jack away from Sky.
Sydney was too tired to see them argue, she yelled at them to get out of her room.
"And you too, Sky. I wish to be alone." That said, she turned her head to the left, refusing to see the pained expression on his face.
But Sky stood there, not making a move to leave. "Syd, do you want to talk? Maybe– "
"Which part of 'I wish to be alone', do you not understand?" Sydney interrupted, annoyance in her voice.
Sky left her quarters sadly, angry with himself for not being able to help or talk her round.
Unable to control any longer, tears rolled down Sydney's cheek. She screamed inside. I'm sorry Sky. It's not supposed to be like this. I—I just want to help the team. It hurts me as hell to see you injured. All of you think I'm blind. I'm not; I just can't bear for you to risk your lives out there. Oh god Sky, I practically pushed him away from me. She cried herself to sleep.
For the next couple of days, Sydney declined to have any visitors, which included Sky.
Early this morning before training, Sky went to see her, again. It had been a daily routine ever since the day Sydney chased him out. And he always left before she woke up; worried that she might be upset. Before he left each time, he would leave a pink rose on her bedside.
As usual, she was still sound asleep. He bent forward and pecked a kiss on her cheek. Sydney stirred. Sky panicked and fell a step back. She continued to sleep.
Sky sat there for another few minutes. The sound of the clock ticking was the only noise in the quiet room. He glanced up at the clock; he had another two minutes before training. Taking one last look at Sydney's pale face, her pink glow wasn't back yet, he stood to leave and left a stalk of pink rose, picked earlier from the garden and placed on her bed.
As the sound of boots hitting the floor fainted, Sydney opened her eyes. She sat up and felt for the rose she was so familiar with its position.
Pink rose with little dew drops, her favorite. He must've picked the rose from the S.P.D's garden earlier on. As observant as Sky, he had always known her likes and dislikes at his fingertips. Thoughtful as Sky, he had already snipped off the thorns but missed out a tiny one.
She held the rose tightly not noticing the little thorn. It pricked her index finger, but Sydney did notfeel any pain.
When she looked down, she saw drops of blood trickling down and stained her pink pajamas, a gift from Z on her last birthday.
A streak of tear flowed down her left cheek but not for the physical pain, but the emotional pain stabbing at her heart was unbearable.
Why am I torturing myself? Am I pushing him to Courtney? Wasn't that what she wanted? Is this one of her tricks she had up her sleeves? Why am I so stupid to take such a long time to realize this mistake? Why? Oh, why?
Once again, she cried herself to sleep and dreamt of the happy times she had with Sky.
Dear readers,
Stay tune to find out if this is the end to their relationship or not. Or worse, something more sinister is coming its way. Reviews please... lemme noe how you feel about this chapter or the previous... or how you would like the ending be like?
Cordially