Shizuru's POV:
Finally, I can get out of this hospital. I don't know how but I managed to persuade the doctor that I'm fine and I will feel better at home, I just maybe need some medication to help me. I look out the window. It's getting dark early now, the sun is already setting and the room is filled with the colors of the sunset. I feel the warm wind caressing my face and hair. I grab my bag from the bed and walk out of my hospital's room not even looking back. I hope I won't return here. I don't like hospitals but I am grateful that whatever I do, they try to keep me and my loved one's alive. The feeling of respect. For a moment, I feel like I can breathe again
I grab my phone from my pocket and call for a cab and after a few minutes it slowly, without a sound drives into the hospital's parking lot. It's so quiet here that for a moment I think that I went totally deaf. Everything around me is so surreal, like all of the things are wrapped in some kind of mist or fog sheet. This or the street lamps are really dim. Or maybe my vision is a blur because of all the medication they gave me. That would at least explain why my head feels so heavy even though my mind feels like a blank page with no thoughts whatsoever. The driver stepped out of the car, walked around it and opened up the door for me. And he did all of this smiling widely. While he was holding the cab's door for me, I stared into him and his teeth seemed so unbelievably white that my eyes began to hurt and I had to close them for a bit. After a few moments I walked up to him, took his hand and with some help I tried to sit down as gracefully as I can. I sat in the backseat and just gazed through the window. All of the sounds seemed to be muted again and I thought there's something clearly wrong with my hearing. Or my head.
- Do you feel alright? You look very pale, - he asked.
- Yes, thank you for asking. I feel fine, just a little bit dizzy, - I answered sleepily. – You know, the medication they give you here is pretty strong.
- Good, I'm glad that you are alright. So, where should I take you, miss? – The driver sounded honestly relieved.
I tell him the address and lean my heavy head back, I look through the window. It's so dark out there now, I can barely see anything, only silhouettes and lights of the tall buildings. The driver turns on the radio just at the right moment and starts diving into the streets of the cold city. I close my eyes and try to concentrate on what song is playing on the radio. I automatically relax when I hear the first words because I am in love with this song.
What day is it? And in what month? This clock never seemed so alive
I can't keep up and I can't back down, I've been losing so much time
Everything we need is right in front of us, why are we so afraid to take it? Especially you, Natsuki. You seem so brave and ruthless on the outside until I look straight into your green eyes. And the thing I see in them is absolute fear and maybe, maybe just a hint of madness. Why don't you want to believe that sometimes things are just as easy as they seem? I inhale sharply and then I sigh a bit. I feel the driver turn his head to me and I try my best not to start laughing randomly but manage to contain myself. I open my eyes and look out the window. The window is covered with steam and when I look more closely I notice that it's raining outside. Again. It is raining non-stop almost for about a week now and it feels as if the entire city is weighed down by the sadness that the rain causes. I see no people outside, only neon lights that seem so fake to me, my eyes begin to hurt once again, so I close them.
'Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do, nothing to prove
And it's you and me and all other people and I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you
I get the feeling that we are almost here, just a few more blocks and I'll be there where I'm supposed to be. I start feeling weird, I even freak out a bit but then I get a grip on myself. Whatever happens, I have to keep strong and not fall apart. It's funny how I deceive myself right now, it's because I already know how this will end, I just can't believe it. The conclusion of our story is right around the corner. I feel the cab stopping slowly.
- Miss, we are almost here, - I hear the driver say as we stop near the apartment building. – It's a nice building; do you own an apartment here?
- No, I don't live here, - I answer simply. I smile because it must seem absurd to him.
- Shouldn't you go home after leaving the hospital? – He asks concerned when I hand him the money and tell him to keep the change.
- But I am home, - I smile and get out of the car. I hear the last part of the song.
What day is it? And in what month?
This clock never seemed so alive…