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The story about a girl who taught a boy a little something called hope...
C R O S S
Chaper T E N
Gloomy Sunday
It was a rainy Saturday. Gray skies and howling winds, as the rain fell down hard and fast onto the slippery ground.
"Grandpa, are you in there?"
She knocked lightly on his door, a cup of tea in her hand as she knocked again.
No sound came from the other side, so she assumed he was asleep and turned the knob open, cautiouly peeping in to see him lying on his bed, eyes closed.
He looks so peaceful... I'll just leave the tea beside him so when he wakes up he'll see it.
She walked in, being as quiet as she possibly could, placing the tea down gently onto the table next to his bed. She smiled as she watched him sleep, but then her smile slowly slipped away when she didn't see his chest rising up and down... he wasn't breathing.
Oh my God...
"Grandpa...?"
She shook him lightly, hoping that this was just some bad dream that she'd wake up from very soon.
"Grandpa?"
The silence shook her as reality hit her in the face.
God couldn't save him now.
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She sat numbly in the garden of the church, still letting everything that had just happened seep into her gradually. She had just called the ambulance a few hours ago and the doctor's words were still replaying in her head like a broken record.
I'm sorry... but he can't be saved...
But your grandfather died peacefully... so everything will be okay.
She buried her head into her knees and listened closely to her shallow breaths, still unable to accept the fact that he was dead, that he was gone from her life.
No... he can't be...
"Tohru?"
She looked up in alarm when she heard a voice interrupt the painful silence. She stared into his intense crimson eyes, trying to form a coherent sentence, but nothing came out of her mouth as she continued to just stare up at him. He kneeled down and asked with a wrinkled forehead,
"Are you alright?"
It was as if those three words were a trigger to unstoppable tears, because the wouldn't stop flowing as she covered her face with her hands. Kyo grabbed her trembling shoulders and shook her gently, shouting out with alarm,
"Tohru! Get a hold of yourself! What happened?"
Her shoulders shook violently as she choked out,
"He died this morning... he died..."
Oh no...
"Tohru..."
She stood up with shaky knees, unable to see his face clearly through all the tears.
"I'm sorry Kyo... but...I..."
Her sentence broke off as she ran back into the church, locking the double doors, leaning up against it, sobbing.
I'm sorry... but... I just want to be alone. I'm sorry.
"Tohru!"
His fists banged againt the door, but she just slipped down to the ground, crying and ignoring his shouts from the other side of the door.
"Let me in! Tohru...! Tohru!"
After minutes of persuasion, Kyo's hands became sore and he cursed under his breath before giving the door one last swift kick before leaning his head againt the cold door, feeling like he'd just been hit with a huge bag of heavy cement.
What happens now? What should I do?
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She woke up after having a bad dream and rubbed at her eyes, slowly getting out of her bed. It was now a Sunday morning... sunny skies and birds chirping, but her world was spinning, and it was eerily quiet. She walked slowly around, past the bathroom, past the living room, and finally stopped in front of her grandpa's room, staring at his empty bed.
Why... is it that no one ever gets the chance to say one last goodbye to the ones that they love before they leave?
Is that just the way God intended things?
She shuffled over to his bed and her tired eyes fell onto the cup of tea that she had put down there the other day. She reached out a hand, and touched the tea, feeling the coldness of the liquid shoot through her body. Her hand shot back and depressing thoughts entered her mind again,
His funeral's tomorrow... I don't believe it...
Why does death have to happen?
She stared down at the stillness of the tea for a while and then slipped onto her grandfather's bed, hugging her knees to her chest as she stared blankly out of the bedroom window, wondering what would happen to her next.
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Hours had slowly crept by and she finally pulled herself downstairs, feeling drained, sick and hungry. She pushed her disheveled hair behind her ears, feeling like she had to take twenty showers in order to feel okay again.
She blew out a long breath, her forehead creasing when she suddenly spotted a white slip of paper near the double doors. Tohru stepped closer to it to make sure it wasn't just a figment of her imagination. She then bent down and picked up the badly folded paper, opening it up slowly to see what was inside.
...Uh oh ! Seems as though I've left a cliffhanger. DUN DUN DUN! xP heh. Until next time :) REVIEWS PLEASE. Thanks :)