Forever 4: "The Journey" (Hariana / Diall)

25: The Nightingale

At this point, the Nightingale and Niall Horan were the same after all.

D E M I

"Just fucking get out! I don't want to see your fucking face! Go and die!" He shouted at me, with no hesitation on saying every words.

And with that, everything went downhill...

I opened my eyes seeing a bright light irritating my eyes. My head is banging like hell and the pain is just unexplainable. I white cloth covering my body, and some cloth covering my head. A ghost town-like silence that if a needle fall, it can be heard audibly. It's like I'm paralyzed human but my mind is just focusing on one thing. The thing that happened causing me to be laid down here. My eyes start releasing warm tears, making my face wet. I covered my face with both of my hands, trying to stop myself from crying.

I'm such a fool, dumb piece of shit. Why did I do that? Why did I provoked him to do that to me? Why I let everything go to waste? I don't want to have this life anymore, it's getting worse. Everything is getting worse because of me. It's all my fault. Now, my life is gloomy and dug into a deep darkness which is a complete opposite before. I cried so hard that I began sobbing loudly, trying to resist myself from breaking down even more.

"Hmm... Mm..." I stopped instantly as I heard a groan. I look beside me, seeing a blonde hair messed in his head, looking up at me.

"Oh God... Let me get you some water..." He said, scratching his eyes as he stood up quickly, grabbing a drink.

As he went some meters away from me, I got a time to stare and observe his beautiful face. The face wherein my panties fell to the ground, the face I want to see everyday when I open my eyes and the face I want to see at last even when I die. Now, the stress and anxiety is very obvious by the look on his face. His strong built are looling tired now. Everything is just different and probably, it'll be permanently.

"Here..." He said, with an airy voice, handing me the glass. I quickly drank it, refreshing my dry throat.

"Thanks." I said and look down, putting the empty glass on the little table beside me.

We are currently eaten by a silent atmosphere. Our eyes are not making any single contact with each other, rather it's wandering the whole white room. All we know is that something really bad happen and we don't know if it can be fixed. His lowered his head and just looking at the floor. I'm such a dumb woman to waste all og his efforts and threw it like a useless trash. I made him feel like that and I can't blame him. Only myself.

"Are you fine?" He asked, still looking down.

"I would be lying if I say yes, right?" I said and chuckled, trying to diminish the tension. But nothing is working.

"Sorry." He quickly said and almost choke on that single word.

"Don't be sorry for everything, Niall. This was all my fault and I should be the one who is sorry." I said and here is the very serious one on one talk.

"No. I thought that I'm always pushing you to your limits, like even if you can't handle it anymore. I just thought that maybe it would make you better but I'm wrong, I made you worse. I thought I could help you with everything but I'm not Superman or Batman who can always save you from going to hell. I'm not the man who got everything." He said and still not looking at me. Is he afraid?

"Are you saying that you aren't enough, like you didn't do ypur very best to be the greatest man in my life? Because you're not. You're the greatest man, Niall. Remember that." I said and let some tears escape my eyes. I can't believe this is happening. What happening right now is like a time, it changes quickly and rapidly.