An Arranged Marriage//(GIYUSANE)

Chapter 9|| 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓

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I waited for his response, but he suddenly burst into laughter. I furrowed my brow, puzzled by his unexpected reaction.

"Are you serious? We've only met twice - no, thrice. And you're telling me you like me? Are you kidding me?"

He was right. I couldn't understand myself either. Why did I start to like him? In my entire life, I've never felt this way before, and he's the first one to stir these emotions in me, even though we've only met three times. There's something wrong with me.

"If you don't believe me, I'll show you."

"No, I don't need your love. I have someone I like, and she's the one I'll marry when she comes back."

When Sanemi said those words, I felt a pang in my heart. What else did I expect? I knew this would happen

But will I give up? No.

"Just one chance," I said.

"I don't need that. You don't need a chance because I already like someone else."

When he said that, he stood up immediately.

"I'm leaving."

I was left sitting, but I quickly stood up and followed him.

"Sanemi, where are you going"

"I'll take a taxi, I don't need your ride" he said as he continued walking. Why was I chasing after him? He should be the one chasing. Why was I begging to a guy I've only met three times?

We walked out of the restaurant, and I was still following him. Why couldn't I run towards him? Why couldn't I do that?

But now.. my feet suddenly moved on their own as I saw the car approaching him, about to hit him. Why did my feet move so quickly just now?

Why am I willing to sacrifice my life for a guy that don't even like me and have only seen three times? I can't even understand myself.

As my feet started to move on their own, I found myself running towards him, driven by an instinct to save him. There was a car approaching, heading straight for him. Why now, of all times, did my feet move so quickly?

In a split second, I reached him and pushed him out of harm's way, but in doing so, I felt the impact as the car struck me instead. The screech of tires filled the air, followed by a sickening thud as my body collided with the vehicle.

Pain seared through me, but amidst the chaos and confusion, all I could see was his shocked expression and the realization dawning in his eyes. I had acted on impulse, driven by a need to protect him, even at the cost of my own safety.

As darkness encroached on my vision and the sounds around me faded, Shock and disbelief painted his features, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and confusion. It was as if he couldn't comprehend the sudden turn of events, the way I had thrown myself in front of him without a second thought.

I saw a flicker of something else in his eyes, a glimmer of something that resembled... concern? Was it for me? Or was it simply the shock of the situation? It didn't matter.

The world began to spin, and I felt a strange lightness in my limbs. I could no longer see his face clearly, but I could still hear the frantic sounds of his voice, calling out to me.

With a final whisper of his name on my lips, I succumbed to the darkness, losing consciousness.

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SANEMI POV

The sterile white walls of the hospital room seemed to close in on me, amplifying the quiet hum of the machines that kept him alive. A knot of worry tightened in my chest, a mixture of guilt and gratitude warring within me.

I watched as the doctor, a woman with kind eyes and a gentle touch, meticulously examined him. She checked his pupils, his reflexes, and listened to his heartbeat with a stethoscope.

"He's stable for now," the doctor said, her voice soothing but firm. "We're running some tests to determine the extent of the injuries. It seems he sustained a concussion and some internal bleeding, but thankfully, there are no signs of any major organ damage."

I reached out, my fingers brushing against his hand, a silent plea for him to wake. The coldness of his skin sent a shiver down my spine. I wanted to shake him, to yell at him, tell him to fucking wake up. But I knew that wouldn't help. I could only wait, hope, and pray.

As the soft light of the hospital room cast a gentle glow over the scene, a moment of anticipation hung in the air. The rhythmic beeping of the machines provided a backdrop to the stillness that enveloped the room.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and in walked a middle-aged couple, their faces etched with worry and exhaustion. They were Giyuu's parents, their eyes filled with a mix of relief at seeing their son and concern for his condition.

The mother, a woman with kind eyes and a gentle smile, approached Giyuu's bedside with a trembling hand, her fingers brushing against his cheek in a tender gesture of love and reassurance. The father, a stoic figure with a furrowed brow, stood by her side, his gaze fixed on his son's form with a silent intensity.

"He's stable for now," I offered, my voice soft yet filled with emotion. "The doctors are running some tests to determine the extent of his injuries. He's a fighter, he'll pull through."

The parents nodded, their expressions a mix of gratitude and concern. They took turns sitting by Giyuu's bedside, holding his hand, whispering words of encouragement, and sending silent prayers into the quiet of the room.

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The familiar scent of cedarwood and the quiet hum of the old grandfather clock greeted me as I stepped into my house. The silence, usually a welcome respite, felt heavy tonight, a stark contrast to the cacophony of emotions swirling within me.

My father, seated in his usual armchair by the fireplace, looked up from his book, his gaze cool and assessing. "You're back early," he remarked, his voice devoid of warmth. "How is the...situation?"

"He's stable," I replied, my voice flat. "The doctors are running tests, but he's going to be alright."

My father's expression remained unchanged, his eyes holding a distant, almost detached, curiosity. "Stable, you say? That's good. It's important that he recovers quickly. The wedding can't be delayed any longer."

His words, so nonchalant, so focused on the arranged marriage, ignited a spark of anger within me. "He saved my life, Father," I said, my voice laced with frustration. "He threw himself in front of a car to protect me. Don't you have any concern for the man who saved your son?"

My father's gaze hardened. "Sanemi, you know the importance of this alliance. It's a matter of family honor, of securing our future. Giyuu's health is a secondary concern."

His words, cold and calculating, echoed in the silence of the room. I felt a surge of anger, of frustration, of a deep-seated sense of injustice. My father's indifference, his focus on the superficiality of the arranged marriage, felt like a betrayal, a slap in the face to the man who had risked his life for me.