I have been in this hospital for ages... well, it felt like ages. But, Claire is always there... she's always next to me and she made sure I feel alright. It's been 5 days after that incident and everyday, Claire comes in at 8, leaves for lunch at 12 (occasionally brings me a take out), and every weekend she'd stay with me... Sometimes she'd leave to stay at her apartment, but having her here everyday surely packs some sort of motivation for me to get better.
" Hey, sorry for being late... I got caught on that traffic. I bought you breakfast... that is if you haven't been forced to eat the sludge they call food here" Why? Why is it always those eyes? I haven't seen her wearing that glasses (I'm assuming, contact lenses) but, those eyes are the ones that made me realized there is a story behind Every single one of them.
"Claire.. Can I ask you something? Why are you here? I mean.. I'm sure you are very busy and you know.. You look like you are very busy and yet, here you are. You come here twice on every weekends and weekdays, why are you-- why?"
She smiles at me, softly. With that, her dimples shows. That pale complexion of hers, her natural make up and I can never tell the difference between her blush or her rosy pink cheeks.
"Well Mr. Asher, Yes.. you can say I am quite busy, with my personal life being a 23 year old. I do have a job, but Luke remember that night you 'oh so bravely' walked towards me, while I was stuck to that book? I was, at that moment in a horrible time. My-- uh.. this guy, he left me; but every time I asked him why, he kept on saying it was me. I was the cause of our relationship and it being over. I saw you taking each and every shot of that drink... all I could think about is, whatever you've been through I know it could've gotten downhill from there on. I-- I saw you casually drinking and I was worried. You came to me and told me everything; even where you live. I was lucky to have caught you while you are on that headache state. I got worried, and I-- I --"
I held her hand and she stopped. She was in the brink of tears. For some reason, I know how she felt. It wasn't her fault; I'm sure of it. Whatever mistake she made, it could've never lead to this. Her eyes tells more than just her sadness and questions that are in need of answers.
"Claire, Thank you. I know you are worried, but I don't understand... I am a nobody, Claire; you barely know me and here you are everyday. I don't-- why? I am worried about you too"
"No. Don't say that Luke, I-- I'd put myself in someone else shoes when they are in pain, rather than seeing them in pain. I don't like that. I've seen so much pain, that sometimes I wonder how is that fair. Everything happens for a reason, Luke. I've always wanted to know my purpose... That night, your purpose is to talk to me and help me forget about the thing I went through, Now.. It's my turn to return that favor. I'd like to be your company, just like what you've did with me. In all honesty, I should be saying thank you"
I cannot tell the difference between sincere or knowing an answer just because you are at the state, but every single word that came from her; I know it's Sincerity. I'd like to learn more of that from her. I can see tears falling down her soft skin, her eyes begins to puff. I took my courage to grab hold of her face, to remind myself how soft her skin is. She's such a lovely creature, it's too soon to say Love, but I'll tell her. I caressed her cheeks with my thumbs, so soft her skin I can never have enough of it. Her hair falls to her side and I took the liberty to slide it behind her ears.
"Thank you, Claire. Thank you for what you've done. Thank you"
