𝐓𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚 || 𝐃.𝐌

𝐋𝐗𝐕 || 𝐌𝐢 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐚

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Many arrived at the hospital to see the young miss, who had finally woken up from a 7-month coma, as soon as the morning sun greeted the city of France. Mr and Mrs Lemmington, Marc, her relatives, and of course, her co-dancers were more likely the visitors, and reporters were blocked by the guards at the hospital entrance, wanting to have a word with the lady.

Her co-dancers were the only ones left in the room, surrounding her bed and feeding her with chismis, known as gossip, that they knew could brighten her day. Draco, however, only sat in the room's lounge area, gazing at her with a grin plastered on his lips. His prayers had finally come true, a prayer that blessed his dear heart. Seeing her smile again made her eyes twinkle like those dazzling stars above the sky and gave him thousands of butterflies in his stomach. It was everything to him.

However, there may be changes in her life after waking from a 7-month coma that was caused by a car accident. Of course, if she returned to dancing, she'd be treated like a fragile doll and she didn't want to feel that way. It is as if she would become a porcelain — displayed and protected. However, she planned never to come back to the opera house now that her mother had finally allowed her to go to college as she always dreamed of.

Yes, she dreamed of going to college to study business. That is an achievement for her, and Draco felt proud of her for going to college as she wanted to. And not to mention, she had told him about it when they were in Sirmione. It is one of the things they shared about each other in the process of diving deeper into getting to know their true selves.

"Is he your boyfriend?" Asked one of her co-dancers in a whispering way even though Draco could hear it and brought him to smile and blush like a tomato, freshly harvested from the garden.

"Yes," Her cheeks turned red too.

"Il est magnifique." The other lady chattered, chuckling with the other dancers. [Translation: "He's gorgeous."]

Indeed, the young blond man could understand French and he couldn't help but overhear more of the conversation but they were interrupted when Mrs Magindara entered the room and politely requested for them to leave in order for Y/n to rest.

"Your ears must be burning by now, Draco, especially your cheeks." Mrs Magindara laughed, noticing that Draco's cheeks were still red and knowing that he overheard the girl's conversation.

"No, ma'am." He flustered, hiding his face by looking away from Mrs Magindara.

She chuckled again and spoke, "Why don't you take Y/n out for some fresh air? She must have felt stuffy here."

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The cold air blew, making the orange leaves fall down from the trees. Draco was pushing her in a wheelchair as they walked around the garden. They could see the Eiffel Tower due to the garden's location, which was on the rooftop.

The wind blew through her hair and the leaves brushed through Draco's jacket until it met the stoned floor. They stopped in front of the glass fence, with a height enough for the people unable to climb it, surrounding the rooftop to keep away any suicide happening from the hospital. Draco helped her stand up and they both sat down on a wooden bench.

Y/n rested her head on her shoulder as Draco wrapped his arm around her to keep her warm. It was something Draco missed doing with her, knowing that it was what made her feel safe.

"I miss this." She uttered, snuggling close to him. "I miss you."

She waited for an answer from him, but there was none. So she lifted her head and saw him with teary eyes. Why was he crying? Did something happen?

"Draco?" She cupped his cheek, causing him to look at her deep in the eyes. "Why are you crying, love?" Her brows curled.

"I'm sorry this happened to you." He sobbed as he held her hand that was cupped on his cheek.

"Why are you sorry?" Her voice sounded concerned.

"Because I was the cause of everything..." He cried. "I have hurt you because I left you, I lied to you and left you without telling the truth. I should've told you everything, mi amada. I should've told you, and maybe you wouldn't end up being here."

"Oh, Draco..."

"I have read the letter you meant to give me, the one you wrote."

"But those were written in—"

"I learned it for you..." He blurted, still sobbing. "And I apologize for making you feel that way."

"Draco, hey," Draco stopped speaking and gazed into her dark chocolate eyes, the eyes he adored and had been longing to see for the past months. "You don't need to be sorry." She smiled, which made her face glow. "All that matters now is I am well and alive." A chuckle left her lips. "And I know why you have made such a decision. Please do not be so hard on yourself. That is what's hurting me the most." She wrapped her arms around him and rested her chin on his shoulder.

"I missed you so much, mi amada." His voice was low, yet a bit raspy from sobbing.

"I missed you too, Draco." She smiled, caressing his back. "Please know that I love you ever so dearly that no man could not obtain, but only you."

"I know, love." They both parted from their embraces as he caressed her cheek and his fingers trailed down to her chin. "I love you more than anything in this world." A soft smile finally appeared on his lips.

Then their lips collided, feeling each other's warm embraces.