Miles and Alya: A Love Story

The Only Time I'd Ever Seen Him Cry

*Author's Note*

I'm sorry for not updating in a while, but to make it up to all of my lovely readers, I'm going to update both fanfictions tonight, and start writing another one! Enjoy!

*Alya's POV*

When I woke up, I wasn't sure what to expect. When I woke up, I spent a few minutes just lying there, unmoving, eyes shut, thinking. All I felt was this numb, tingling feeling- not in my body, but in my mind. Everything just felt fuzzy, like I  was in a dream.

The first thing I noticed was that the room was cold. It wasn't freezing, but it was just cold. The kind of cold that just says there's something off. All I heard was this constant noise- like some kind of movement. Probably the air conditioner or something like that. The sheets on my bed weren't soft, but not rough and scratchy either, just normal sheets that had probably been washed and sanitized almost a million times.

I didn't move, and since I didn't open my eyes, I had no way of telling the time. How long had I been out? Minutes? Hours? I could've been asleep for days and know it! No, no, that can't be right. The medication they put me on couldn't have been strong enough to knock me out for more than a few hours, right?

Someone coughed, not loudly, but just loud enough for me to hear. A male voice- that I could tell, but who? It could have been any number of people, I mean, I didn't even know how many people were in the room with me. But I still didn't want to officially wake up. I didn't want open my eyes and see my mom, bloodshot, tired eyes streaming tears down her face. I didn't want to be asked a thousand "why did you do it"s. I just wanted the peace and serenity of sleep- even if I was technically awake.

Okay, on the count of three, you're going to wake up.

One.

Two.

Three.

I started to stir a bit, almost to give a warning to whoever was in the room. Like I was trying to say, "hey, I'm gonna wake up in a second." I opened my eyes slowly. The room wasn't bright, but it hurt my eyes for a second before they adjusted. I found myself looking up at the ceiling, and I started to move myself into a sitting position so that I could look around.

My eyes wandered around the room until they landed on something- no, someone- sitting in one of the chairs beside my bed. Miles. He was sitting there, hands folded, elbows resting on his knees, and head bowed. He seemed so lost in his own thoughts, he didn't even notice that I was awake. I started to move around and make more noise in an effort to get his attention. Finally, after a few long moments, it worked.

He looked up. And now I saw how upset he was. There were tears streaming down his face, his eyes were all red, and his hair was messy- like he'd run his hands through it a thousand times. It was the only time I'd ever seen him cry.

"Alya! Alya you're awake!" He exclaimed, his voice somewhat hoarse and full of tears. He shot up from his chair and came closer to me. He wrapped his arms around me so tight, I almost couldn't breathe. His breathing hitched, and I could tell that he'd started to cry again.

"Yeah, I am," I responded when he let me go. He was smiling like a kid on Christmas morning, and it made me want to smile back. "Where's my mom?"

"She went to go get a bottle of water down the hall, I think she needed to get out of here for a minute," he told me. I nodded. I then noticed that we weren't in a room exactly, but more of a little space sectioned off by these pale yellow curtains.

"What time is it?" I asked as Miles sat back down.

"Almost midnight," he replied. Midnight? Really? I couldn't believe how long I'd been under.

"Have you been here this whole time?" I asked him.

"Yeah, why?"

"Miles, I'm so sorry," I said, breaking into tears myself. I'd been so selfish. I'd put him through all this, and we hadn't even been out on a real date yet. I'm a horrible girlfriend.

"There's nothing for you to be sorry about."

"Why did you even stay with me while I was asleep? There's school tomorrow and-"

"Because I love you, and nothing you could ever do would change that," He asured me, not letting me finish my sentence.