"Mom, what are you talking about?"
She opened her mouth to explain, but was attacked by a coughing fit. I quickly poured her a cup of water and helped her drink it. After the coughing had calmed down, she began to explain but I cut her off, "Save your breath, mom. Whatever it is, I'm sure it can wait." She nodded then asked me how my day was, and while I was telling her about it, she fell asleep. I sighed a great deal of worry and adjusted her blanket so she wouldn't get cold.
I quietly made my way out of her room, and to the lounge area where patients and other visitors were chatting, each minding their own business. I eyed the crowd for Aunt Mary and Finn, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and met Finn's blue eyes. He offered me a cup of coffee which I politely declined, "I don't really enjoy coffee."
"Oh? Do you want water instead?"
"No, it's fine. Where's my aunt?"
Finn pointed to a seat that was recently blocked by a man on a wheelchair, there, my aunt was sitting with her husband, William. Those two have been married for almost six years now and their love for one another was unlike anything I've ever seen. It was almost like they were perfectly made for each other - In other words, they were soulmates.
He was holding her hands in his, her head on his shoulder as he whispered words of comfort to her. Upon seeing that, I decided that I didn't want to interrupt them. I looked back at Finn and asked, "Do you wanna go somewhere? Just for a while."
"Lead the way," He said as he moved aside and made way for me to walk. I decided to go up to the rooftop where we could see the now orange sky. The sun was setting and honestly, it was one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. Finn and I walked to the end of the roof, we leaned over the edge, and let the winds blow through our hair.
If my mother wasn't in the condition she was, this would've been a nice small escape from life - Despite the slight tension in the air.
"Why did you come?" I asked, breaking the silence. "I mean, it's not normal to visit someone's mother who you haven't spoken to for at least six years."
I turned to him and his cheeks were flushed, either out of guilt or of embarrassment, I'll never know. He scratched the back of his head and tried to reply nonchalantly, "I just-" He cleared his throat, "I thought it'd be a nice gesture."
"It is, but even you know that this isn't normal. If anything, Mikayla's the one that should be here." At the mention of her name, I pull out my phone and text her about everything. To which she replied, 'Omg, do you want me to be there?'
'No, I'm gonna be okay. Finn's with me.'
'Finn? Finn Locke?'
'Yes.'
'Get it, I guess.'
'Don't start with me.'
'Okay, I'm sorry. I hope your mom gets better.'
At that I turned off my phone and got back to staring at the sunset. The silence lasted for a while before Finn called out my name, "Blue?"
"Hm?"
"I wanted to say I'm sorry. For suddenly not talking to you and for not trying to reach out to you sooner." I turn to look at his eyes, which, now looking at them, held a sincerity that I hadn't noticed. "I wanted to explain to you why at the party, but seeing that your mom is in the hospital, I'm guessing you're not coming tonight?" He said, the last statement having more of a hopeful tone.
"You're right. I'm not coming." I agreed, seeing the disappointment rise in his eyes. "But you can explain it to me now."
He paused, thinking for a while, then he says, "Have you ever heard of Nirvana?"
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The Psychic Keeper
FantasyBlue Lakewood, a seventeen-year-old high school student, 'A young adult in the making,' his mother would say. Though, after the death of his mother, Blue was forced to move in with his aunt. Not only that, but with the death of his mother, came alon...