Invisible

"I Never Stopped."

Celestia's POV

That storm was actually the light-bringer of my life. Okay, I was being dramatic. It just . . stuck in one house with one person gets you friends with them. In my case, Matthew Jones.

And, in my case, its more than friends.

Not dating. Ugh, no.

More like friends with benefits.

But our affections were none as sincere as before. Well, my affectons weren't as sincere. I stopped changing boy-toys. And as much as I wanted to believe how much I didn't love him, only friends with benefits, I knew denying the feelings were pointless.

"Cel!" Kiki whined, dragging my arm. "What?" I groaned, pulling away my arm. "Why haven't you gotten the gift yet?" I knew what she meant by 'the gift' and let out a pathetic whimper.

"Nuh-uh." I said, tossing my hair. "I want the moment I get it to be perfect." Kiki grinned mischievously. "Like in be-"

"Stop!" I threw my arms to the air exasperatedly, and she laughed.

"Besides, just because you got it doesn't mean I should." I said a matter-of-factly. "Have you ever been in bed with someone?" She asked.

"You mean . ."

"No!" Kiki exclaimed, and I was lucky my house was empty, only the both of us.

"Just like, you know, not entirely open, just the outer clothing." I knew she was trying to put it as gentle as possible, but it was still inappropriate.

But still, the thought of that moment on my bed was . . satisfying. Especially who I did it with. I was honestly on Cloud Nine.

"I, uhm, well," I stuttered, the words couldn't seem to fit the puzzle. So hard to piece together.

"I have," I mumbled, looking at the ground. Kiki squealed excitedly.

"With who?"

I flushed.

"I think you know."

She squealed again.

"You mean Matthew?" She asked, bouncing on my bed. "Yes." I sucked my teeth, and as much as the feeling gave me euphoria, it also made me drown from embarrassment.

"Oh my GOD!" "Shut up!" I hissed, still blushing.

"You so love him!" She gushed, and I tried my best to shush her. I failed.

"Celestia and Matthew sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" "Shut up, Ki!" I growled.

"First comes the-"

"Kiki!" I snapped, and she grew quiet. "That's not going to happen," I said and looked away. And that was a wrong thing to do.

"But you want it."

"Shut up!" I snapped, placing my hands on my head. "You're making me have a headache!"

And I wasn't saved by the bell. I was saved by my phone.

"Hello?" I asked, trying to make the curiosity not obvious in my voice.

Is this Celestia Harolds?

The voice was a woman's, it was stern and calculating. It made me intimidated.

"Yes, I am." I tried to ooze confidence. "And who is this?"

I am from the hospital. Mr. Matthew Jones has been in a car crash just now.

My eyes widened.

"W-what?!" I knew Kiki was staring with a curious gaze.

"How did this happen? I-he-where was he? What was he doing-how is he? And why did you contact me?"

Calm down, Ms. Harolds.

"Don't tell me to calm-" I took a deep breath, and pulled myself together.

"Okay." I breathed out. "I'm calm."

Good. His family suggested me to contact you. Seeing that you are in a-

"Don't finish that." I said hurriedly, taking a shaky breath.

"I'll be there immediately." And I hung up. "Who was that?"

Kiki asked.

"Hospital. Matthew. Car crash. Go. Now." O said breathlessly, like I just circled the entire city. She nodded. "Got it."

**

Thankfully, the hospital wasn't far. It was a thirty minute walk. And of course, visiting hours were still on when we arrived.

"Vera?" I asked weakly, and she nodded. "Go. He's unconscious, but I would bet he wants to see you if he's conscious."

I nodded.

The door opened with a creak, and I was surprised how much the silence in the air got to me.

I felt empty when he was lying on the hospital bed, like this. Like I had lost a part of myself. I wanted to be his and his alone. But that seemed impossible.

I took a seat beside him, and squeezed his hand, a weak smile plastered on my face.

"Hey," I said. "This is stupid. You're not even awake." I forced myself to chuckle.

"Well, maybe at least you can hear me, I guess . . I miss you. Last time I saw you on the hospital bed was when you saved me. And I hadn't scolded you yet for doing it." I said sadly, my gaze not able to see him.

"Please wake up, Matthew." I whispered.

"And help me from Kiki," I smiled weakly again. "She keeps rambling about us. How I wish those were true, Matt. But it was too fairy-tale-like to believe. Wake up, Emmy. I miss you. Vera needs you. Well, your family needs you. Your friends need you."

I gulped.

"I need you. I need you to be here with me, Matthew. More than anything else. I wish you were here. Please," I couldn't help it, tears slid my cheeks.

How was I so weak?

Crying was all I did these days.

"I promise I won't cut anymore, I swear. Just wake up. I would let you call me 'princess' for the rest of our lives. Just wake up." I sighed and wiped my eyes.

"Please," I sniffled, and stood up.

"I love you, Matthew."

I dared my gaze to stare at him.

"If only you knew how much I loved you."

I smiled.

"I never stopped."