The Incident in December 20

17- I'll be the One

~ Aaron's POV ~

     Looking at the distant sky, I felt the warm presence of my cousin Luke tapping my shoulder. It was an afternoon hobby, dazing at the sky. It's December twenty today. My birthday, I guess. Luke just sighed and looked around.

     He uttered a word, "So...?"

     What is he asking?

     "What do you want?"

     "Aren't you going to check her at the hospital, just for a minute or two?"

     He noticed? Yes, he actually knew after all. I wish that it wasn't over as easy as a countdown. I wish, I could still see Amelia, erghh... Toria at the hospital. I wish I could see her last smile even more for one last time.

     "Seriously? Just acting like you don't know?" He asked. He noticed.

     Should I go? I don't want to get hurt either. But, departures should be ended with goodbyes. Right?

     "Ya, I don't want to get hurt, you know Luke. But, as well as I do know, I can't just do nothing. Sit around like a gangster or whatsoever. It's different you know. Do you even..., understand?" I asked looking at my hands.

      I wish I could do something. It would be the end of her suffering if that would be the case. That would be the last smile that my eyes could see.

     Years ago

     It was a nice sleep. I woke up my the sound of the wind chimes. I went downstairs just to see my mom grieving. I didn't know what to do back then.

     "Your father...," mother  cooed.

     "What's with dad?" I asked. I was eighteen then. Still didn't know much about the world. However, dad was always there to at least tell me the hidden treasures.

     What is with dad? Is he fine? Is he okay?

     "Mom, I need to hurry, we still have a project. I need to be early," I said. I wore my shoes and hurried to the door, when my mom eliminated the sudden silence. "Your dad, had an accident. He is going to die soon. Wouldn't you even visit your father?"

     He is dying? How....come....I have not known?

     Is this real?

     Is this reality?

     "How..., come....,"  I stopped with what I was going to say. But I don't know what to come up with next, "I don't know."

     "It just happened last night."

     "Why didn't you wake...., me up?"

     "Because, I was afraid you just throw up, Aaron."

     Throw up? Is she saying nonsense? How...., come?

     "But, you don't know how it feels of not knowing anything."

    "I know, but why don't you vi-"

     "No! I don't care! You kept it that way, then I won't go!"

     "But, Aa-"

     I went out, slammed the door. I don't want to hear of anything that Mom has to say. I don't want to hear anything.

     I don't want her to utter anything anymore. I've had enough.

     When I came, I eagerly went to class and did the group project. I was still thinking of my dad's sudden accident. I didn't know what to utter, however it's better that way.