A Wish Just For You

New Days

I open my eyes and heard some nice melodies from outside of my room. I urge myself to get up and just silently listen to the graceful piano music.

This is different from the hospital. Before, I would wake up in silence and emptiness, smelling some medicine's air. But this apartment, it has a warm vibe in it, with calming songs played every morning.

I didn't recognize those songs, but it has been successfully get my conciousness back slowly from the dreamland. As if it was the sound from the dream, alarming me to start the day.

The player seems to have a habit to smile at me every time I'm awaken and approach him with my wheelchair.

Eddy, was it? The only boy that has been taking care of me to get my health condition back. He cooks my food, accompanying me to rest, also telling me bedtime stories before the night progresses to dusk again.

He does everything for me. That's all I know. For now, staying with him feels okay, as Eddy is still a familiar stranger to me.

But as a guy, he is, as I thought, quite a loner. Apart from providing me everything, mostly he will be at his room, doing anything I didn't know about. Maybe he got some stuffs to do in his daily routine?

For example, he would go out every evening, going somewhere he didn't mentioned to me, and got back home in time to sleep and make breakfast the day after.

I often go to my room's balcony when he's not near me. Just stare at the sky, with my hands on the wheelchair.

Truthfully, my legs are okay, but Eddy insisted that I should use it for awhile, to regain my strength first. He said he didn't want me to move too much until my condition gets better.

Since I have no idea, I decided to follow his will. At least, I'm quite sure he's not a bad guy. I don't know why.

He got this... comfort vibe I felt from him.

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My feet led me to Eddy's room that evening, intending to get something to do. It's five o'clock now and I left my wheelchair behind in the room because I feel kinda bored just blankly stare at some random corners.

Knock knock!

I stand silently in place, as I heard sounds of footsteps inside right after I knock the door.

The man smiles to me warmly, like he usually does. His eyes observes my surroundings for a moment. "Hey... Um, where's your wheelchair?"

"Uh... I just want to walk a bit, to manage my boredom," I said with my head down. "I thought maybe you know something fun to do?"

Eddy pats my head and stroke my hair softly. "Then... do you wanna accompany me inside?"

I peek at his room for a second, doubt starting to come to my heart. "What are you doing?"

"I'm writing a song, maybe you wanna look?" Eddy pull his hand back.

Silent passed by, as I nod slowly, even though I'm not sure should I agree or not. But I am the one who asked him.

I can see Eddy's smile fades slowly seeing me do nothing to his offer. His eyes looked tired, maybe he's going to be real disappointed if I reject his kindness?

I sigh softly and smiles. "Okay then, sure."

His smile came back.

We both got into the room and just silently enjoying each other's company. Eddy got back to the desk, thinkering with his laptop, pencil and paper. While I'm only sitting beside him, seeing him work in silent.

Half of his face seems calming to see. His movements spoil my views as he work on his melodies. I can see some black notes on the paper, the same as on the laptop. Some sweat drops from his temple.

"Is it hard?" I asked softly in the middle of his creation.

Eddy glances and look at me with a smile. "Hm? You're curious?"

"Um... you look like you're going to explode your head making it." I said innocently.

Eddy chuckles hearing my words. "Composing a song IS as hard as playing instruments. We use our heads and creativity to create the best sounds we can."

"So... you're a musician?"

Eddy stares at me for a moment, then looked away to his laptop. His eyes turns blank, seeing the notes that displayed in the screen. His tone drops. "....So do you."

"Me?" I asked confusingly.

Eddy nods and glances back. "In fact, I learned composing from you. I'm just a violinist and played a little bit of piano. But you... you're a great composer, Y/N. You pursue music composing in uni, played them together with me."

I look at Eddy in disbelief. I didn't know if that's true or not. That sounds great of me to be a music composer. Knowing that little story of me and Eddy, did we already become friends for a long time then?

I really love to play with you! We can always talk about music!

Let's be friends until we grow up, okay?

"Ah..." I suddenly put my two hands to the table, holding my head from falling. A feeling of pressure began to appear in my forehead.

"Hey, are you okay?!" Eddy instantly panic. I felt his hand wrap my shoulder.

But I can't answer him. I felt a memory just passed by my mind, but it's blurry. I only can hear some sounds inside and try to breath normally.

"Y/N?" Eddy calls me slowly. I can feel his other hand holds mine.

I try to sit straight again with Eddy's help, but with my forehead still holded with my hand. After a great pain passed, I still feel a headache.

"Come on, let's get you to bed," Eddy said with a worry.

I can't refuse. He guides me to his bed, lay me there and sit on the side. He quickly grab some eucalyptus oil from the sidetable and use it on my forehead.

His hand once again strokes my head, down to my cheek. His expression stays worried, while I stare at him with confusion.

"Can you tell me what happened just now?" Eddy asked softly, his voice sounds almost like a whisper. "I mean, if you still feel sick, it's okay. You can tell me later."

"I...." My weak voice tries to tell him. To be honest, I can't really explain what just happened. "I hear a voice..."

"Voice? Who?" Eddy furrowed his eyebrows.

I shake my head slowly. "I don't know myself. I just hear some voices... then my head just hurts..."

Eddy let out a sigh. "There, there... you should take some rest then, okay? I'll make some dinner while you're at it. Um, would ramen good?"

I nod with a smile. "Thanks, Eddy."

Eddy smiles back. He takes his time to ruffle my hair before he leave the room. I stare at his back for a while until he's out of sight, then close my eyes as the dreamland awaits me to come.

To be continued :)