Breaking The Walls of My Heart

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He is a mentally strong individual, he doesn't back down from a challenge and seems to get things done with not much difficulty. Though sometimes, he's like a little kid, a little immature and demanding.
 "I get excited buying ice cream, watching a movie and receiving salary working as a nurse." He looks cute when his mouth twitches as he tells a story.

"I am also an introvert, but I'm a bit more guarded. I am a scaredy cat. Literally. Loud sounds stress me out, I am easily shocked by anything. A light bang on the table, creepy sounds, and a peek-a-boo. I cry easily, too. Especially when I'm angry." Making balled fist with my hands.
 We are total opposites in terms of maturity and mindset. He's calm and collected while I'm a bit hot-headed. And I am most of the time an overthinker. I love singing duets, I enjoy writing, travelling and watching anime and learning Japanese.
When I finished talking, I turn to him to see if he was disappointed or anything about the things I said. Instead of reacting horribly, he just watched me intlently.

"I thought you were gonna have second thoughts of being here with me after hearing all that." My forehead creased and I waited for an answer.
He sat there, chin on his hand, and patted my hair softly.
 "Why would I? It's good to know that you trust me enough to tell me. Brielle, I like it because it means I have a frightened kitten to protect."He nodded reassuringly and flashed a sweet, bright smile.
My heart started pounding like a running horse. I once again fiddled with my fingers and beads of sweat built up on my forehead. "Ugh...okay. Thanks, Nathan." I gulped so hard. The atmosphere drastically changed when the sunset reflected on the sea, making it shimmer in romantic orange.
 
We stared at each other's eyes, happy curved lines plastered on our faces. He stretched out his hands and gently touched my cheeks, which were turning bright pink. He giggled.  Drawn in each other's souls, we leaned in.
Thousands of butterflies went wild in me, my heart panting, overflowing with happiness. As soon as we kissed, a thought of me walking down an aisle, bells ringing, him at the altar waiting for me, my elegant white dress, his classy black tailor suit, flashed in my head. Him and me, exchanging vows.

"Whoa! What was that?" I blurted out after the kiss. I'm still feeling stunned by the kiss we shared and my thoughts at that moment.
"Wow!" He sat there wide-eyed, jaw-dropped, almost reaching the ground.
"W-was it-" I stuttered. I didn't know what to say. My first kiss ever! And the wedding!
He clasped my hands tightly "We got married! It hit me earlier!"
"Wait, you too? I assumed it was just me." I tilted my head slightly.
He grabbed my face again and we touched foreheads, and somehow I could hear his heart pounding loudly. I held his hands and I closed my eyes, treasuring the moment.
When I opened my eyes, I suddenly heard weird sounds, and a ringing in my ear. The scenery was fading, he was disappearing, everything was perishing. Then I came to.

"Hugghhh," I was blinded by the white lights and I gasped so hard for air.
I noticed a machine beeping, attached to my finger. Nurses and doctors were gathered around me.
I'm alive?! How?! And where's Nathan? Where's my wedding?!
"I'm suppossed to be dead, aren't I?" My voice came out weakly.
They just stood there and looked at me. The doctor sighed in relief. "You just died. You flat-lined. Thank goodness we brought you back!"
"Wha- where's Nathan?" I roamed my eyes around the hospital, searching for him. "Well, you see...it was all in your head. If you experienced something in that state. It was because of your brain. When people dream, they incorporate the events happening at the present throught their senses. And when they die, there are at least seven minutes of brain activity left, which projects a person's life in a dream sequence. In your case, both your life and the events picked up by your senses." She replied, speaking in a professional and kind manner.
Everything was because of my brain? Everything was just my imagination?

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