Agatha Anderson
Agatha Anderson — Open Endings

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Agatha stared at how deftly her mother-in-law handled Christ who could neither rebel nor resist when her mother forced her to swallow some sedatives.

Actually Agatha was surprised because instead of giving Christ a fever-lowering drug instead her mother gave a sedative. His mother was wrong, right?

After confirming Christ was under the influence of a drug, Agatha approached her mother.

"Why did you give Christ a sedative?"

Mrs. Cassandra smiled softly before holding her daughter's arm towards the living room. After sitting side by side, the woman stroked Agatha's head.

"Christ had a fever like this before. He usually experiences it when he is under stress. Not a fever due to a virus or anything else. That's why I gave her a sedative, honey," explained the mother calmly.

"Are you often under stress?" agatha asked quite surprised and did not expect Christ to be like that.

"Yes, he used to be that way."

"Isn't that very worrying?" agatha asked again with anxious furrowed brows.

"Yes and I took her to the doctor. He should be calmer and more relaxed."

Agatha was silent, it was unexpected that Christ who often acted annoyingly could experience this.

"Because of that, I'm asking you to stay by Christ's side, honey."

Once again the woman hugged Agatha softly and warmly. Slowly rub Agatha's back lovingly.

"Mother was so happy when Christ chose you to be his wife. And I'm sure you're the only woman who deserves and loves Christ" she said, then kissed her daughter's forehead.

"Whatever happens, don't leave Christ? Promise me to mom."

Agatha replied to the remark with a sincere smile and a nod.

Agatha was deeply moved by all the warm treatment and attitude her in-laws had given her. He who has lost his mother since childhood has long not felt the affection of a sincere mother like this.

If this continues, can Agatha hope to continue to get her mother's love?

And as for her agreement with Christ, she's not sure how to end it if it just hurts her mom and dad later. Agatha realized the difference in her feelings when starting that agreement and now. He is trying to make peace with his heart and his choices.

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Agatha's getting the old dinner table.

No, he's not the one who cooks.

His mother had already cooked and prepared food for him and Christ.

Her mother had been home since late afternoon because she had to go back to the hospital. And Agatha had gone three hours waiting for Christ to wake up but until now the man had not opened his eyes.

The fever has gone down even though it has not been at normal body temperature. But the man was not as pale as before and no longer broke out in cold sweat.

Leaving her legs back to the room, Agatha then sat on the edge of the bed beside Christ. Look at the unconscious man and stroke his man slowly.

What made Christ feel so stressed?

His slow rubbing made Christ finally wake up. The man seemed confused by the circumstances before his two neutrals clashed with Agatha's brown bead.

"Away awake?"

"... Agatha?"

"Hm, how are you? Are you feeling better?"

Instead of answering, the man shifted his body into Agatha's lap. Buried his face into his wife's belly and hugged Agatha's waist tightly.

"Feeling dizzy?" ask Agatha again.

Christ just shook his head, "Don't go, don't leave me."

Again.

Christ said the same thing.

"Yes. I'm not going anywhere."

After that Agatha secured her position to lie down while Christ had turned to lean his head on the chest of the wife. Feeling the warmth and hearing her heart beat made Christ close his eyes again.

"Christ..."

"Hm."

"May I ask?"

Christ just nodded in response.

"Why are you having a fever all of a sudden? I explained the reason to you, but I want to hear it from you."

In the end Christ opened his eyes and looked up at his wife, there was anxiety reflected there.

"I'm just thinking a lot. But I'm fine, Sunshine. There's nothing to worry about "the lie.

A faint smile was embedded in the lips of the man who had now returned to lay his head again. He couldn't say that the source of his anxiety was Agatha and all her past right? Now is not the time to say everything. He just wants to be calm and happy now.

"Mom said you used to experience it a lot. May I know why?"

Christ fell silent, what should he say if Agatha was like this? He subconsciously tightened his embrace on Agatha's body.

"Christ..."

"I used to worry about things excessively unconsciously. And yes, that is why I experience it so often. But I've learned to control myself."

Yeah, not entirely that explanation is a lie. He did try not to think about his very dark past, trying not to get stuck there and trying to make up for it now.

Agatha realized that in her words Christ did not explain clearly and even though she was very curious, Agatha respected Christ who might not be comfortable telling the truth.

"alright. I get it, but I hope you don't think about anything too much anymore."

"Are you worried about me, Sunshine?"

The question in a hopeful tone returned, making Agatha convinced her husband was back as usual.

"No. I'm not worried just a little surprised, "he later threw a glance so as not to look at the man.

But Christ is Christ who has giggled amused to see the change in his wife's expression. Only with Agatha by his side could it make her a little calm.

"Do I need to be seriously ill to worry?"

"Sweet as my wife is embarrassed like this."

"Shut up, Christ."

Without warning Christ approached and shortened the distance between them. Uniting her lips with thin lips that became her candlestick. Making sure that the woman in his arms is really hers. Convince her that she will have it forever.

And that night Agatha fell again.

Falling in every touch of Christ to her, drugged by the soft whispers in her ears and Agatha could not resist herself who had surrendered herself completely to her husband. She who has convinced herself opens her heart to the presence of her husband and yes, she is at peace with his heart.

And that night the patter of rain that accompanied the two fell so deeply on their charms and feelings.

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Agatha squirmed softly as the vibrations above the nightstand managed to disturb her sleep.

It was 03:17 in the morning. Who called this blind morning?

Inching slowly to get rid of Christ's arm that was holding her, Agatha grabbed the phone that turned out to belong to Christ.

From Leon.

What was?

Looking at the sleeping Christ, Agatha decided to answer him.

"Hi, Leon."

'Christ! Eh—Agatha...?'

"It's me, what's wrong?"

'Agatha, sorry to interrupt in the morning blind like this. Can I talk to Christ?'

"All right, just a minute."

Agatha shook her man's body slowly which was still equally innocent in the blanket. Christ did not open his eyes.

"Leon, I'm sorry but he won't wake up. I'll pass it on later if you don't mind."

'Ah, how is this? I called at this hour because there was an urgent situation. There are important files from the Haneda company that should be revamped immediately. But the thing is I forgot to ask her from Christ earlier while I have to send her data now for a meeting tomorrow morning.'

"Wait a minute." 

Agatha tried to wake Christ up but the result was that the man did not wake up.

"Sorry Leon, Christ can't wake up."

There was a sigh of despair from across there.

'Agatha, can you help me?'

"Sure if I can do it."

'Oh, God! Thank you Agatha!' exclaim Leon rejoice.

'Can you just send me the data? I'm sure Christ kept it on the disc. You can look in his study, ' Leon suggested.

Staring at her completely unperturbed husband, Agatha grabbed her sleeping robe scattered on the floor before walking towards Christ's study.

As per Leon's direction, Agatha searched for the intended loose disc in the workspace. After ten minutes of searching, the disc finally found in the drawer. So he immediately opened it and sent it to Leon who was waiting.

'Thank you, Agatha! I promise I'll treat you later. I'll close it up, yeah, I have to do this as soon as possible.'

And then Leon disconnected the phone.

Agatha intended to put the disc back in the drawer when her net captured a familiar image. He took a portrait stored in a drawer under the files.

Isn't this a photo of a charity she once attended in college?

Photo with friends in front of the stone steps on campus.

Why is it here?

There was a red pen mark on top of some people.

Wait—

Isn't that a portrait of him and Mikael standing at the left end with a red cross over his head?

Wh why?

Then the net switched to another sign on top of the portrait of the young man standing at the right end.

No stranger.

And a moment later the neutrality broke when he realized the other figure.

Christ...?

Is this really Christ?

This... what is this?

Not yet had time to think further, the net had quickly read the series of small sentences written below the photo.

That's the distance between you and me.

It's always like that.

Sometimes I think, 'is getting rid of the mute from your side getting me close to you?'

Agatha dropped the portrait because her hands were trembling.

Wh-what's this...?

What does the writing in the portrait mean?

Why is there all this?

Crist...

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