My Person

Part 3: Don't leave me

Sebastian:

Every heart on the road skips a beat as the ambulance drives through the traffic, red and blue lights blazing. I sit in front of her, the one who I love the most, with tears running down my burning red cheeks, asking myself repeatedly, how? I cup her face in my hands, so small, so fragile, yet so beautiful. I sit back on the seat, as I sort out my thoughts as the vehicle speeds ahead. I don't think I have ever felt this kind of pain before. My heart hurts. It hurts. Not physically. Not mentally. It just hurts. I am not going to rest till I find out who shot her, God help them once I do. My fingers dig into my frigid skin, as I take a deep breath in, absorbing the wrath consuming me. They say that anger is the bodyguard of sadness, and that the only real way out is finding acceptance, but I can't. I am not going to accept something that makes no sense at all.

We arrive at the hospital, doctors pushing her body out of the ambulance and into the ER. As I enter the hospital, I let my eyes rest a moment, allowing my other senses to rise. I hate hospitals, they are filthy, full of trapped souls and muffled cries, with no room to breathe or think. It reminds me of the times I had to visit my dad after he was diagnosed with cancer. I love my father, as a father, but not as a person. He was never home, and when he was it was 4 in the morning on a school day. There were many times I missed a class when I was younger due to him being too drunk to realize he had a child. My mother died right after I was born. Sometimes I would stay up at night wondering if my father blamed me for her death, trying to make sense of the abandonment he made me feel throughout my childhood. I was never loved. Never knew how, never knew what it felt like. That was until I met Celine. When you have ridden the waves of grief you will see that you have built a stronger heart. Realizing that the pain stood as a witness to the loving bond that survived the passing. I was capable of loving, and Celine helped me realize that.

One of the nurses directs me into the waiting room to ask me some questions. I don't have time for questions, but I have to stay, leaving could make me look suspicious and I don't have time to be misperceived. "Hello, my name is Catalina, Celine's nurse, and what is your name?"

"Sebastian."

"And what is your relationship with Celine?" the nurse asks.

I stand there staring into her eyes thinking about how I could answer that question. Celine and I never clarified our relationship, but she is mine, we just never got the chance to discuss our label yet. "A friend, she's my friend," I reply knowing there was much more behind the word friend.

"Okay, well stay in the waiting room and we will inform you on anything new." She says as I nod, taking a seat on the chair behind me. I put my face in my hands, trying to comprehend what just happened. Trying to figure out who would do this. As I sit back, I notice a small woman approaching me.

"Are you Sebastian?" The woman asks.

"Yes, and you are?"

"Kate", she replies, staring at me as if I should have already known. "I'm Celine's sister, did she not mention me?" Celine never really talked about her family, she always felt like they never really understood her, so it makes sense for her not to have told me. Kate has red hair with big blue eyes. She is wearing a bright yellow dress with matte white heels.

Celine hates the colour yellow.

Kate is the total opposite of Celine, which is quite interesting. However, I have to remember that I am here to do one thing, and that is to find out who shot Celine. Kate is the perfect opportunity to discover who was after her. For now, I have to keep up my act. Telling Kate I don't know her could waste more time, and I can't care less about her. I want to hold Celine in my arms, breathe as she feels my soul, and wake up every morning to her infectious smile with her heart in my hands. We never had to force love, because we were drowning in it the moment we met, and I am addicted.