Where the stars meet

☆Truth☆

Truth (noun)

that which is true or in accordance with fact or reality.

"Tell me the truth."

Zephyr came back home, all worn out, yet again. It was just like before when he was all alone, sulking around like an animal off its leash.

It was Friday, around 4pm he was struck with a phone call, in a state of anxiety, his hand trembled as he ran his fingers on the screen, picking up the call.

"Hello?" Zephyr says.

"Yes this is The **** hospital, and I was calling on behalf of Celeste. He said you were uhh, Zeph- Zephyr? He currently has glioma, he has had surgery the past week and was too weak to communicate, he is slightly better now. Are you willing to head down here for furth-" Zephyr hangs up.

The world came falling down to him, as though someone was digging a hole down his heart. He felt every inch of his body stop reacting to any commands of the nervous system.

He hooked onto the edge of the bed for support. Everything went black, all his surroundings became a splash of paint.

The only sound heard was the ticking of the wall clock, Zephyr looked at "4:11." And that was exactly when Zephyr got up, barging through the door in his rooms, his legs carrying him as fast as they could.

He couldn't seem to stop, even when he stopped to wear his shoes it felt like he was rushing to catch a train. He ran, zooming past the landscapes.

He ran as the hospital gradually came into view. Out of breath he opened the front door. He reaches the reception, "I'm here for Celeste Robinson." The front desk lady asks him to go to room number 613.

He rushed through the corridors, overhearing conversations and cries of other people, awaiting the challenges of possibly losing their loved ones, but Zephyr wasn't in the state to stop and feel pity for them. He made his way through crowds and kept running, stopping exactly at the entrance of room 613.

He pushed the door, creaking it open slowly. He squinted his eyes at the sun rays hitting him from a wide open window, he rubbed his face and was then greeted by a weak trembling voice "Hey Z.."

"Celeste!?"

He exclaimed looking around, and there he was, thinner than ever, forcing a smile as he sat on the white hospital bed "You made it."

Zephyr's chest grew heavy "What happened?" he said, struggling to form words.

"Come sit." Celeste offered. "Tell me what happened."

Zephyr asked, again.

"You can take the chair, or the corner of the bed if you want." Celeste smiled.

"Stop ignoring my question," Zephyr said impatiently.

"Had lunch?" Celeste said, once again dodging the question.

Zephyr tapped his feet as he yelled "What the fuck happened?!"

For the next few seconds, there was complete silence before Celeste burst into tears, gasping for air, wiping his face "I'm so sorry."

Zephyr walked towards him, on the verge of tears himself. "Hey hey look, look.." he tried to comfort him, "What happened?" He asked softly.

Celeste sobbed
"Remember when I told you that I might have schizophrenia."

"Yeah?"

"Well I do have it, it's been untreated all these years."

"Is that how-"

"Yeah...the doctors made me get a biopsy, I guess it got bad to the point where it formed a tumor cell in my brain..anaplastic astrocytoma."

Zephyr didn't utter a word. "The night after the festival, my headache was horrible, I couldn't go to school. I guess two or three days later around midnight I had a seizure when I was walking to my room, my mom had to call the ambulance." Celeste said, trying to hold back tears.

"Where is she?" Zephyr asked.

"She was here last night.." Celeste replied, wiping his eyes.

Zephyr sighed "I went to your house on Wednesday, the door was locked from the inside, but no one answered."

Celeste ran his fingers through his hair "Mom must've passed out drunk, her little habit."

A living nightmare, something neither of them expected. The hospital room was now a storage for unspoken panic. It felt like they had lost their minds.

As both of the boys looked at eachother not a single word came out of their mouths. Zephyr's face spread into the weakest of smiles "I'll be here."