"Together we will fly away in a cloud of green to your beautiful destiny." -Ruth B., Lost Boy
~*~
Kian Lawley
Two days later, I got a call from Anna Russett. She told me that Andrea had opened her eyes and can now see everything around her, which is expected from somebody with open eyes.
I was currently in my car, driving to the hospital to visit her.
When I arrived, I wasted no time to get to her. I walked into her hospital room, where she lay silently, her eyes opened.
I couldn't help but smile as I approached the side of the bed, "I can't believe you can see me now. It's been so long Andrea, I missed your eyes."
Her eyes followed my movements, blinking every once in a while.
I sat down on the bed next to her, holding her hand lightly, "I love you."
Her eyes looked into mine. Her eyes looked kind of sad, yet the rest of her face showed no emotion, which was even sadder.
I looked away from her eyes, my stomach beginning to ache. "I don't know how I feel anymore Andrea, I can't do it. I feel like you're mad, mad that I'm with somebody else that's not you. Are you?"
She said nothing, of course.
"Blink once if you're mad at me. Blink twice if you're not."
One. Two. Three.
"Three?" I raised my eyebrows, "I don't understand what you mean Andrea."
Once again, she just stared blankly at me.
"God damn, Andrea!" I choked back on my tears, "I'm breaking and you're so fucking helpless right now."
She looked away from me, her eyes looked sadder now.
"You were my home," I whispered, "and it feels like you're just falling down on me, and I can't escape."
Her eyes came in contact with mine.
"Gosh," I muttered and leaned over her, "please."
She blinked.
I leaned further down and pressed my lips to her.
And her lips retaliated, kissing me back.
