Invisible

Love.

Celestia's POV

I gave Christopher a light kiss on the cheek. "I'll be fine. Just tell my parents, that I'm visiting a friend." He gave me a quick peck on the lips.

"Be safe, Cel."

"I will. Just go already." I whispered the last part, a ghost of a smile hanging on my lips. As he jogged away, I felt something.

My stomach wasn't doing somersaults like it did before. A tiny part of my heart whispered; because he's not Matthew. But I was too busy stopping a cab to listen.

The hospital was the usual, it smells like the hospital, and it brought up the anxiety that always came with me when I entered.

Cold, funny, evil and miserable thoughts about Matthew dying was brought to my head when I saw Vanessa, looking at me like I was the last person on earth that she wanted to see.

"Vanessa? What's wrong?" I asked cautiously; I didn't want to take a step in the wrong direction. If he died and I bluntly asked, it'll be too heartless.

"Nothing is." Vanessa replied, but slowly walked towards me, making me a bit scared.

"Cel, why won't you admit it to yourself?" She asked me sweetly, like I was a lemon she was trying to drink by putting sugar.

"Admit what?" I questioned back, and a nurse-her face shows instant relief- made her way towards us.

"He's awake. One visitor at a time."

I looked at Vanessa, but she was hesitant to take a step forward, and gestured for me to go. She mouthed, 'go for it', like I was going to win a championship, and I carefully stepped into the room.

"Matthew?" I called out, hoping, silently, that he would answer me.

"Celestia?" His weak voice answered.

Even though his voice was weak and sore, it still sounded deep, and it made my stomach twist and jump around, trying to do a ballet.

I rushed towards him, not caring about carefulness.

"I am so, so sorry." I said, and I probably sounded genuine, because I felt my eyes cover with tears.

"Don't cry," he said, using a hand to wipe the tears out of my eyes. "They make your face less perfect." I let out a weak chuckle.

"I'm not perfect."

"No, you are," he said. "You're just to hesitant to see it." I gave him a playfully stern stare.

"Shut up."

It was an awkward silence after the playfulness rushed away.

"I'm going to get Vanessa." I said quietly, but he called out a small 'wait!', and I turned around.

"Yeah?"

"You know I'm going to fight for you, right?" I looked at him with wide eyes. "To be honest, no." I answered, blunt and clueless, I must've made myself look like a fool.

"Well, I'm going to." He said, and put on a confident face.

"And no one can stop me."

I gave him an exasperated look. "Matthew, I'm not something to fight over." He just stared directly to my eyes, but I looked down, my ability to look at him vanished.

"I'm not fighting over you, Cel. It would be creepy. For your love." Matthew answered. He was so cool and calm, and for a minute I forgot I once despised this guy so much that if I would get one dollar for calling him 'idiot', I will be a millionaire.

"I should really call Vanessa." I stuttered, and blushed before making my steps as quick as I could outside, and quietly closed the door.

"Nessa, its your turn." I said, and she nodded, leaving me alone.

I sat on one of the benches, and I couldn't seem to focus on the magazine sitting on my lap.

Vanessa came back after around ten minutes of my boredom, and she stared at me with that sweet look again, that made me absolutely creeped out.

"Cel?" She asked me, and unlike her face, her voice was truly laced with pure curiosity.

"Yeah?" I answered, not really looking at her, more concentrating on fiddling and playing with my fingers.

"You love Matthew, don't you?" And I immediately stopped fiddling my fingers, and shared at her right on the eyes with a sharp look.

"No, Vanessa." I said sharply. "Don't guess."
"But I'm not guessing, Cel." She shot back, twirling her hair. "I can see the way you look at him."

Is it that obvious?

"You love him. And he loves you too. We both broke up because we both know all he ever wanted was you."

I can't help but let out a small scoff.

"I loved him; that's true. A long time ago, I did. And even if he loves me, its only going to be in a short period of time."

It was a good reason, I mean-he was such a playboy, he flirts with every girl he sees.

Vanessa recoiled slightly. But took a deep breath.

I like playing clueless.

"Would we even break up if the feelings for you would only happen for a short time? He loves you, Cel. I can see it in his eyes. And when I look at yours, I can see that you love him just as much." Vanessa explained.

Really?

"I-I do?" I questioned rather nervously.

It maybe true-I never really took a deep look on myself about love expect when it really, REALLY matters and took a depressive tone on me.

I was trying to hide my love for Matthew, sure, but since when did Vanessa become a love expert?

Vanessa sighed, sat beside me, and placed her hand on my lap, giving me a reassuring glance. It made me feel better.

"You may not notice it, you try to drown them in all the hate you stored. But trust me, I know you love him, and I clearly know that he loves you back."

And she winked at me, before taking a paper cup and filling it with water.

"And one news; he's already in love."

My slumped posture went straight, the magazine slumped on my lap, I stared at her intensely.

"Who the hell is he-in love with?" I felt the last part come in whispers. Vanessa looked at me, her eyes gleaming with victory.

"See, Cel, you love him. You're jealous already!"