A Single Wish

One Shot

Update 6/29: Fixed a little bit of grammatical mistakes, as well as changing the previous line breakers, which were the three dots, to short line to avoid confusion.

I'm dying.

I have been for a long time now.

Everyone is dying from the moment that they were born, it's just when they will die that is different. Some will live a long and happy life.

Me?

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A sixteen year old teenager lied on the white, hard mattress, the thick blanket covering her thin, sickly frame. Her long brown hair was spread out around the pillow she had lay her head on, as if creating a small halo on her head. Her chest rose up and down slowly as her eyes were closed.

She almost seemed like an angel sleeping peacefully, had not for the fact that there were transparent tubes connecting her wrists to the IV stand that stood there.

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I was twelve when they told me. Some sort of disease, they had said, but it'll cure in no time.

It started out with a minor cough, then fever and now...

Now, I lay here, stranded, unable to see the outside world ever again. I've been here for four years, maybe more. I couldn't muster the strength to count the days that I've been here. I could only see the world through my windows, and perhaps through my childhood memories as well. The outside looked so mesmerizing, so.. enchanting, especially during the spring season.

The nurse who took care of me, Ms. Sayaka, brought me a small diary on my fourteenth birthday. She said that I could write whatever I want in there, whatever I dreamed of seeing.

But, what was there to write?

My views on the world were confined in a small, lonely room. All I experienced was how cold the room can be sometimes. I knew almost nothing about what was going on outside.

Papa had never visited me since I got admitted. I missed seeing his face, his twinkling eyes when I hugged him, his smile. As for Mama... She hardly visits me too. Whenever she did, however, it was always after Visitation Hours were over, long after I fell asleep from the sheer amount of medication I took.

I knew it, because whenever she visited...

I'd always woke up with a fresh bouquet of pretty cherry blossom by my side.

As for friends?

I never had any friends, not since I was trapped in this place. No one could bear such dedication to keep seeing me... Save for-

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The door slowly swung open, the light of the hallway shining upon two figures. They entered, closing the door silently behind them. One of them sighed and walked to the only chair in the room, a tanned, healthy hand gently grasped a pale hand. The other sat on the bed, causing a creaking sound to be made by the mattress.

"Yuyuko." A deep and distinctively male voice said. "Yuyuko, wake up. We're here."

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Save for Adam and Kaguya.

Kaguya had been my best friend since childhood, and had never failed to visit me since I was admitted. There weren't any differences when we were little, we looked just like twins at the time, but as she grew older, her appearance changed too and the differences became more profound.