Their End, My Beginning

The curtains were closed but not completely, so there was some light in the room for me to see he was lying on his bed.

I walked to his bed and sat near him. I looked at his sleeping face. He looked so peaceful that I didn't want to wake him up. But Naina said he hadn't had the tablets. So, I patted his shoulder and saw him stirring. He mumbled something incoherently. I giggled, looking at his grumpy form that made him look like a 5-year-old.

As if he realised something, he opened his eyes fast and looked at me. He blinked his eyes few times as if he couldn't believe I was standing near him.

"Kat?" he asked groggily.

"hmm" I said. I cupped his cheek with my right hand and saw him leaning into my touch. It made me tear up. It was tears of happiness and sadness. Happy knowing that my touches still affected him and sad because I missed him so much.

"It might be a dream as I am sick because there is no way in hell it is you touching me." he said looking at me touching my right hand with his left pressing more to his face.

He sat up without leaving my hand, and I kept a pillow behind him. He kissed my palm, sending butterflies to my stomach. "I missed you so much." He said leaning more into my hand, making my tears to roll down my face.

"You are sick you don't know what you are saying." I said and looked away so that he wouldn't see the tears in my face. But I soon turned my head to look at him when I felt something wet my hand, I brought my free hand to lift his head to look at me and saw that he was crying.

"Hey, hey. Don't cry. Please." I said as more of my tears fell. I went closer to him, hugging him with his head on my chest and my head on his head. My hand around his neck while his around my waist with more of our tears falling down.

We both sat like that crying silently, no one saying anything for hours, though I am sure it must have been just 10 minutes or so. When I tried to pull back, his hold on me tightened.

"Ry, you haven't had your tablets." I said trying to break off, but it was in vain as his hold tightened.

"Please don't leave."

"Ry, you have to have your tablets no more excuses." I said wiping my tears off.

"But I don't want that tablet. It tastes bad." He said crunching his nose. I chuckled, looking at him. He looked like a 5-year-old. He was worse than a kid when he was sick. It was like that always. "Ry." I said warningly.

"Fine." He muttered.

With a smile on my face, I turned around with his hands still on my waist, making it difficult for me to grab the tablets. But hey no complaints.

"Here take the tablets let me go get the water." I said, giving him the tablets after he removed his hands from my waist. I got up to go get the water from the table far from the bed.

I noticed a full-length mirror near the table. I smiled seeing it. He always wanted a full-length mirror so that he could see himself from head to toe. He wanted everything to be perfect, even the dress he wore. Though that is the reason he denies it by telling that full-length mirror if kept at a right angle at the angle where the sunrays fall on will make the room look brighter. Which is not wrong. I could see some of the rays reflecting from the mirror.

I went near him and sat on the bed, giving him the water. And after hesitating and after a warning from me, he finally took the medicine and showed a face to that of a kid. With his tongue out and eyes closed tightly, which made me laugh hardly.

After my laughter died off and looked at him after wiping my eyes, I saw him looking at me with so many emotions. Adoration, happy, love. Wait. Love??? I must be imagining it.

"It's so good to hear you sweet laughter." He said with love and adoration clear in his voice.

Now I am sure that I am not imagining things. Does he still love me? It might be because he is sick that he doesn't know what he is saying.

He must have noticed my confusing that he cupped my face with his two hands.

"Don't doubt it. I still love youuu." He says you with a yawn showing that the medicine has taken its effects.

"Ry, you have to sleep." I said, taking his hands off my face.

"No kat, I want to talk to you." He said fighting his sleep to wake up.

"Ry, we will talk when you wake up." I said, pushing him to lie down.

"What is the assurance that you will be there when I wake up?" he asks me after I made him lay down, staring at my eyes.

"I promise I won't leave." I said, looking at his eyes to show that I am serious.

"Then lay down with me." he said shocking me.

"Ry, you don't know-"

"I may be sick, but I do clearly know what I am asking you to." He said firmly, making me give in.

"Fine, Scoot over." I said

And he scoots over like I asked him to with a big smile on his face, showing his happiness. It was as if I gave a candy to a 5-year-old. Like I said, he is worse than them when he is sick.

I lay next to him, keeping some space between us with my back faced to him. He drops the blanket on me and pulls me back to him, spooning. He puts his head on the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply and exhaling after a long time as if storing some of my scent for him to remember. I know he always loved my scent of Vanilla and Woody mixed with citrus. While I loved his earthy smell mixed with his own scent.

Slowly, I relaxed and drifted off to sleep. Only god knows what will happen once he comes into his senses. There is a high chance of him kicking me out, first out of bed, then his room. But what I would hate the most will be the distant look in his eyes that he has been giving me.

How I wish I knew what will happen next, but for now I am going to enjoy his warmth even if I know it won't happen again. And I went into a deep slumber.

How I wish I knew what happens next is not what I should be worrying about but the events that take place after, I come to know what happens when he wakes up. The events that will bring those in shadows to light and also shows the true nature of those I thought I knew very well.☐☐☐