𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 | 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧

27

Win's P.O.V

"Phi! Look!" Mick shouted from afar, proudly pointing at the stack of seashells he managed to balance.

"That's cool but I bet I can stack more." 
I stuck out my tongue and started looking under the sand for shells that looked better than his.

As I did, my eyes observed the figure arranging things on the picnic mat while a taller one beside wrapped its arms around it. Their heads turned to me so I looked away.
All the people here have been staying for days now but somehow they don't seem to feel exhausted at all.

Seashells finally filled my hands and I walked back to where Mick was until I heard the thick voice of one of the figures call out for him.

"Mick, let's go, son. Food's ready!" he yelled, trying to overpower the noise of the waves.

Although no one called for me, I followed after him as we both strode to the picnic mat full of laid out delicious food.

"Win, go get the spoon and fork." Dad ordered as he gave Mick, mom and himself a plate each.

I automatically gave them one of each utensils and sat at the side, watching them. I felt comfort in somewhere I didn't really belong. No one paid attention to me.

A hand tapped my shoulder from behind. Turning to look at who it was, my mouth opened in shock. The boy I had been trying to avoid for years was here. He took my hand and pulled me out of the place.

"I missed you."

"Same."

The awkwardness was funny. It wasn't weird in any way. Just being with him was enough for me.

"Do you hate me?" he asked.

I hit his chest a little. "Luke, how can I miss you if I do?"

He shrugged with a cute smile. Before he could hug me, a familiar yet unexpected cry was heard from a few feet away. I ran to where my family was only to see mom crying as she held a pale and lifeless body. Before my tears could escape, dad came from behind and landed a blow on my face.

My sore eyes shot open, the white around me triggering the ache in my head. The foreign beeps near my ears caught my attention but I felt too weak to look at where it was coming from.

It was just a dream, a stupid made-up one.

A man came into the room quietly. My eyes tried to adjust slowly until I recognised it was Bright.

The moment he saw me, his eyebrows furrowed and a trembling smile appeared on his face. He wept and hugged me tightly with so much love and care.

"You're- you're awake. You are." he mumbled through sniffs. "Be right back."

He left the room only to come back with another man who wore a white coat and an ID around his neck along with the typical stethoscope hanging over it.

The doctor finally spoke after a terribly long minute of inspecting my eyes and mouth. "You were in a coma for a month." he said to me and then turned towards Bright. "We'll have to keep him here and let the nurse help with leg exercises before he gets released."

The love of my life nodded with a serious face, as if absorbing vital information on how to operate a human being's body. Although my face couldn't show it, I adored him so much.

I opened my mouth to thank the doctor but my throat was way too coarse for even any sound to come out and he left way too fast.

"Baby.. your dad's outside. Are you fine with him coming in?" he stroked my hair as he waited for my permission.

With so much effort, I shook my head. Bright didn't know what happened that day but maybe he doesn't have to.

"Alright. I'll tell him to go home and take a rest, okay? Then I'll come back here and stay with you." He kissed my forehead before exiting the room.

When Bright came back, I spent hours listening to his stories as he updated me on what went on when I was unconscious. Apparently the interviews after the We Got Married show were all pushed back because of me.

"But- don't blame yourself alright? I know you, you'll punish yourself for something that wasn't your fault. Anyways, it just means I'll be seeing you more often." Bright raised his shoulders jollily.

I smiled at his cute little gesture and closed my eyes. How did I end up in this bed? Somehow, I couldn't remember.

My mouth opened to say something but I still couldn't, even with the best of my ability. Bright noticed this and helped me chug some water to moisten the drought feeling in my throat.

"H- *coughs* how are you feeling?"

That made him giggle in embarrassment. "Baby, I'm supposed to be the one asking you that. But yeah, I was extremely worried when I heard you got into- actually, we can talk about this when you recover." he hesitated.

I shook my head. "No, I want to know."

He took a second before continuing. "Well, it was late afternoon when I woke up to messages from P'Eed saying you got into an accident. I got so scared that I literally rushed here to the hospital barefooted." he laughed. "I thought I was gonna lose you."

"And then?"

"And then you were outside the emergency room lying on a bed, unconscious. The moment I saw your face, I just broke down then and there. It was crazy. Then after your leg operation, the doctor told me you were in a coma."

I held out my hand and stroked his palms with the tip of my finger. He held and lifted it to his mouth to kiss the back of my hand.

"It's over now anyway. You're back here, awake. Thank God."

He stood up from his seat and laid a gentle kiss on my forehead.

-

It had been months since the accident. Until now, Win have not gone home to check on his father. Besides, he didn't wanna hear another bunch of hurtful words again.

Bright, being his caretaker for a while, pulled up and buttoned the younger's pants. "You okay?"

Win nodded with a sly smile.

Today, they would meet Love and the producer again for the first interview.

And today was the day, Win wanted to come out to the world.