The Absolute Blue Moon

revealed

Faintly, I heard someone is talking. No, there are two people here, they are chatting. But I can't hear it clearly what they are talking about. I have no idea who they are either, their voice sounds strange for me. My eyes were so heavy to open, my body hurts, especially my back, and I feel dizzy. I frown and squeeze my eyes, then trying to open it.

For a moment, it was spinning, but slowly it turns clearer. The first thing I saw was the ceiling. I turned my head to the right, then surrounding me. This whole room, the ceiling, wall, and the furniture, looks so familiar to me.

After observing my surroundings, I also realized that I was lying on the sofa. And when I looked up, I saw Davis sitting next to me, leans against the sofa, watching tv through his sleepy eyes. Now I know that the sound I heard earlier was just the voices from the tv.

I'm home.

Davis didn't notice that I'm awake. Until I'm trying to get up but failed that made me landed back on the pillow. My head is so hurt. "Delilah! You're sober." Davis said, excitedly.

I hold my head, and I feel my hair is frizzy. "Sober? What do you mean sober?" What the hell was happened to me? And why does my head hurt freaking much?? "Dave, why on earth my head feel so ... awful? Damn it!"

"Shh, relax, rebel," Davis approached, helped me to sit, "You fell, your head hit a rock, and it knocked you out. But you'll be okay. I checked on you, and luckily there's only a bit wound and a slight bruise on your head. I've took care of it."

"Really? That's bad." I frowned.

"Yeah. The headache you feel right now is due to trauma, and you're cold out there. Don't worry, soon the pain would slowly disappear."

I try to remember the incident. How can I fell and hit a rock? What have I done? And how ... oh, I remember! I was attacked by the red eyes on my way home! My eyes widened as the memory of those creepy eyes returned. I rubbed my face. Afterall, I'm still alive. I'm so grateful for that. They didn't kill me. Yet, I feel like I don't need to tell Davis the details. It definitely will make him worried even more. I better keep that as my own secret story.

"Thank you, Dave." I rubbed my head with a little pressed on it, hoping it would ease the pain, "I'm sorry, I messed up with the milk."

"Actually, you nailed it, D. You brought me home two bottles of milk." Only two? Seems like I lost one of them. He embraced me, "The only messed up thing is, you came home too late, in unconsciously. You won't ever know how it made me awaits in frantically, then watching you in that frail, is literally broke my heart. So, please. Don't you ever do that again. Okay?"

I nodded in agreement. Now I feel guilty, "I'm sorry." We shared a big hug. I'm very grateful to have survived from the clutches of those two hideous mysterious people. It wasn't the end of my life nor my last breath, I could still meet Davis and hug him. A reliefs showering me. Thank goodness.

But wait, if I came home in unconsciously, then there must be someone who carried me home. Did Davis found me lying on the street? Did those red eyes do that? As we released our hug, I ask him, "Dave, you said that I arrived in unconsciously. Then, who brought me home?"

"Oh, yeah. Someone did it. For that matter, congratulation for you, seeing that your imaginary Tom has now become the real Tom. He's the one who saved you, Delilah, and I owed him a lot for that. He's a foreigner with a kindest heart though." Davis said then leaned against the sofa, so I can see Tom who were sitting at the stool, in the kitchen.

This heart is beating even faster as soon as these eyes on him. The pain is magically gone and quickly replaced by the butterflies on my stomach, just by looking at him. He was sitting there, his gaze fixed on the window. The glass of water in front of him still intact, it seems like he doesn't drink at all. Did he always like that, never eat nor drink? Anyhow, I'm so glad he's here.