Eyes on You

Eyes on You 10

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-Recap-

I couldn’t think about it. I was suffocated by my own memories. Please someone save me. I couldn’t bear it. It’s like I was back into the 10-years-old me.

Then I heard the most wonderful voice from behind me, “Rosie? Are you okay?”

I knew that voice and without thinking I rotated my body and hugged him. I really needed someone to comfort me, to hug me. And he was there.

He was shocked, but he hugged me back tightly.

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“Hey . . . I told you already. It’s okay if you need something, even if it’s just a hug!” He kindly said that to me.

I felt like crying all over again, “I’m so sorry. I just had a breakdown and I’m so embarrassed now.”

I was always the strong one and rarely had a breakdown like this. This situation made me feel uncomfortable.

He shook his head, showing that he was okay with it. I looked at his eyes and what I saw in there made me shocked. He looked broken. He wasn’t like the man that had shown me his playfulness the previous day.

I asked him with a bit uncertainty, “Are you okay too?”

He smiled sadly at me. “Actually no. I need a hug too.”

I nodded at him. “I could see it in your eyes. It’s mirroring the same sadness and hurt as mine.”

He shook his head sadly and we stood in silence for a little while. Then he broke the silence, “Come on, let’s sit on that bench.” He asked me to join him.

I nodded my head and looked at the bench that he pointed out. We walked there and then sat down. It was an ordinary white wood-bench, but from our position, we could see the whole hospital. I could see the lush and beautiful garden. There was a small fountain in the middle of it. It was nothing like the boring interior of the hospital.

I opened my sunglasses and cleaned it up. It was a bit wet because of my tears. After that, I put it on again. I had to wear it to prevent any foreign substances got into my eyes.

There was a small entrance to the hospital. I guessed this garden was on the backside of the hospital. But, this place was still full of people, I thought this was a popular spot for people to enjoy themselves and escaped from the depressing hospital. I looked at what people did, either they were walking, laughing, or panicking.

Dr. Jones didn’t wear his doctor’s uniform.

“Hey . . . Why don’t you wear your uniform, Doc?”

“This is my day off. I just visited my wife’s grave. I have nowhere else to go, but here.” His statement made me confused. Nowhere else to go?

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked me, before I thought about what he said.

I smiled sadly at him and told him the whole stories. Why I freaked out just now. The part when I lost my Daddy in the accident. Everything! I just needed someone to talk to. He was a good listener. Never once he tried to interrupt me. When I told the story, with hiccupped –it was a bit loud, mind you-, he never laughed at me. It was like I was released from something heavy.