The way I love you
104 Wounds
"Dhea ... Dhea ...."
"Vean ...."
"Relta ...."
"Vean!"
"Dhea!"
Vean opened his eyes in surprise, and immediately looked around. He saw people who were swarming around with panicked faces.
"Ma, where's Dhea, Ma?"
"He's in the ICU."
Deg
Vean's heart skipped a beat, why else would he have to feel this? Why should his Dhea be in that damned room? Vean immediately stood up, running into the ICU house in a hurry.
Deg
His heart seemed to stop.
He saw Dhea who was sleeping with life support equipment.
But ....
Wh why?
What he saw was indeed Dhea, but not Dhea who was a small and cute girl, but Dhea who was an adult. Dhea who always said love and had sacrificed a lot for him.
"Ma ... Mama!" vean shouted to his mother.
"Why, what's wrong?"
They rushed into the ICU room, afraid that something bad might happen because of the sound of Vean screaming.
"Where is it, Ma?"
"Dhea?"
"Here, Dhea."
"Yes, this is Dhea. But Dhea my son, Ma. Where's?"
"Kids?"
"Vean, how can you have a child in one night? You're not even married."
"Relta ...."
Vean then approached Dhea's gurney. Touch the girl's hand, and it feels real to her. Vean still did not understand what was happening. He clasped Dhea's hand more tightly, feeling Dhea's skin on her own skin.
Vean lowered his head, his body shaking strongly. His breathing was stingy, between panic, confusion, relief and all things mixed into one. He didn't understand what had really happened.
Vean rubbed Dhea's hand, then her forehead. Feeling Dhea's body temperature in her cold, trembling hands.
Even Vean— slowly— wiped the adult girl's cheeks, touched her nose and lips, touched her eyes and eyebrows. Rubbing hair. Nothing is missed in the least.
Vean then walked out of the ICU room, looking at the mirror before him. There was no sign that he had just been in an accident. There were no physical injuries, not even a small scratch.
Prang
"Yeah!"
"Vean, what are you doing!"
They jumped in shock as Vean broke the mirror with his fist.
It hurts, and it bleeds. So all this is real? Not dreams? Prayer no longer wants to be deceived, even though all this feels confusing to him.
"Vean ...."
Vean did not hear Fio's reprimand, the man went straight to the park. Walking in a hurry despite the fresh blood coming out from the saddle of his hand. Prayer did not care, even he greatly enjoyed the pain.
This pain—baginya—indicates that all this is real. Right, it was better for him to feel this kind of pain alone. He better bleed a lot. It's better that he's like this, as long as everything he sees in the ICU is real. Not trickery.
But isn't this a trick?
Vean sat there alone. He cried, giving thanks many times.
Mercifully
Mercifully
Her tears mixed with rainwater, she patted her chest, felt the pounding of a beating heart, and remained seated there until the rain stopped again. No matter what.
Juna and Arya just looked at him from behind, feeling pity, feeling that what the man was going through was so painful, before the two finally approached the man.
"Are you okay?" Of course it's just a pleasant question.
Vean is not okay. Ever since he learned that fact, he had never been okay.
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