Love, Poetry, & Coffee

~ 57 ~

Days flew by, and it seems like the hospital is our second home now. I don't remember how long we've been here, but if anything, Constance's ever-growing boredom is an indication that we've been here too long. The doctor explicitly told us to stay put perhaps another month, and each time the doctor mentioned to us that, we both release a silent groan of frustration. Luckily, our friends sometimes visit us, which kills the boredom for a bit. Just for a bit, though, most of the time we both need to kill it ourselves. Although, this longest waiting game had us almost finishing the novel we both were writing. It's funny how excited Constance was when she found out that we're already at the end part of the novel. She practically wants to jump for joy, but sadly, there are stuff attach to her.

"I can't believe we've almost finished it," Constance lets out a puff of air as she continues to stare at the ceiling. She practically does that every single time now. "I also can't believe we're still here. Come on, we've practically finished a novel and I still get to stay here."

I reach for her hand, which is now dangling out of the hospital bed. Closing my fingers in-between hers, I smile gently. "At least you aren't alone in this waiting game." A soft chuckle escapes from her lips, and I instinctively pull her hand closer to my lips to quickly plant a soft kiss on her delicate fingers. It's been months since that time when I've confessed my admiration to her. And ever since then, our date usually just here on the hospital. It doesn't look like a perfect date, but it's something. "What are your plans right after you've been finally released from here?" Whatever her plans are, I want to join on and help her achieve those plans. Like how she'd helped me with mine.

She turns her head and silently glances at me. I can feel her passion radiating off from her eyes as she tries to think of something exciting. "Since last month I've been including you in all of my plans," A small smile forms on her lips, making me smile back. "Going back to your question, I actually don't know. There are a lot of things I wanted to do, especially now when you're with me." She hangs her head back on her pillows, and she stares at the ceiling once more. After a moment, she'd closed her eyes, making me wonder what's happening in her own mind. "Meeting you makes me want to get out of my comfort zone. All my life I've been hiding all this fear and tragedy." She stares back at me, determination burns in her retinas. "I would like to go out there and explore. Perhaps go to a place where my mom's favorite flower grows."

"That's the passion flower, right?" I slowly rub my thumb across her open palm as I stare back at her with the same determination.

"Yeah, I have never seen one in person and I always wanted to touch its petals." She reaches her other hand in the air as if she's touching an imaginary flower in front of her.

Another smile creeps on to my face as I watch her caress her hand in the air, imagining what she'll look like when she finally touched the flower she's been admiring all this time. "I promise you, once we're out of this hospital, we'll go and find those flowers for you."

A sigh of content escapes from of her lips before she turns her head back at me once again. "Pinky promise?" Her voice sounds tired, she must have been thinking too much, and it makes her sound sleepy.

Instead of just clinging to each other's pinky fingers, I raise her hand to my lips and delicately kissed her little pinky. "I pinky promise."

She lets out a gentle laugh as a shade of pink forms on her cheek. This might be the first time I ever see her blush, and I desperately want to cherish this moment alone. "What if dad doesn't agree with us exploring?"

Oh, I didn't even think about that part. Shaking my head to avoid any negative thoughts, I simply smile at her full of mischief. "Then we'll just sneak out when he isn't looking." Another laughter came out of her lips and my heart skipped a beat once the sound of her laughter registered in my brain. All I wanted in life is to hear her laugh. That's all for now. "Besides, maybe when he learns the reason why you wanted to explore, he'll understand." I know from the fact the even though his wife is dead, he still loves her with all his soul. That's why he's protective with Constance because she's a part of the woman he'd love, and he'll love every part of his wife.