Back in the hospital room, he stands defensively, eyes tightly closed, shoulders hunched. Slowly, raises his head, relaxes shoulders, meets little God's dark eyes, as she sits on her bed. Little God says, "It seemed like you were lost and wandering about…" Angered at her comment, fists tighten, grimace forms, the room visibly shakes. Window glass shatters, nightstand is knocked over, scattering all the neatly stacked books, the lamp light flickers out, breaks, entire room erupts into chaos. Childish pouting, gazes at her reaction.
Merely smirking, mirth filled eyes, she sets all back in place, window glass shards smoothly flies back into place, books neatly stacked on upright shelf, lamp fixed properly. She grins at her misbehaved child, tolerating his tantrum.
Calmly asks, "Are you done being angry?"
"you.."
She continues, "Do you get a feel for it now? What you did to that child? You want to disappear after receiving her love? So you want to receive love…from her right? You have big dreams."
He stutters, "I…I…"
Harshly says, "That day the tumor started to grow inside her brain, you must've been doing something. If you're done leave. I'm done saying everything I wanted to say."
Leaving the hospital, knows where to find her at this late hour. Desperate to see her face at least once before his goodbye. Heart aching, drives to the subway station, runs down the steps, waits on the platform.
Looking across the passing train, through blurry glass sees her reflection, his heart leaps. Eyes follow as she breaks into a run, searching a path towards him, he makes his way to the stairs.