don't forget me. 》luhan

Chapter 23

Dedicated to @JulietteA for making me remember why I started writing :)

- Luhan -

I heard the nurse's conversation with my doctor before I passed out. It took a while for it to register in my mind because it was just so surprising.

Well, not just surprising. Devastating would be the correct word, probably.

"His eyes, doctor...what are we going to do?"

"We can't do anything, unless somebody would be willing to donate their eyes. There's glass stuck in his eyes, for Pete's sake!" the doctor replied with a sarcastic tone. "Well, we have to try!" the nurse screamed.

"Listen, I know he's your son, but I'm afraid that if nobody is willing to help him, he will never see again."

Your son?

"I moved to the Philippines to give him a good life, and to help him see the world without any limits! But this is not what I wanted. I didn't want him to not see the world at all," she sobbed, "Doctor, if I donated, will you promise that you will keep his doner anonymous? I can't stand to face him, not after I left him at such a young age."

The doctor gave a low grunt and a heavy sigh. "I promise, but are you really willing to give your eyes up for him?" he questioned. "If it means achieving the goal I wanted him to have, then I'll do it."

That's when I blacked out completely. My head was excruciatingly painful and it wouldn't stop pounding. But my heart was soft and warm, because my "mother's" words touched it personally. This was the first time I remember hearing her voice, and it gave me a twisting feeling in my stomach.

But of all the times she could have appeared, it had to be the one time I couldn't see her.

Was I just like her?

I always wondered where my looks came from. And my personality. And pretty much...my everything.

She missed out on so much of my childhood, but she still chose to remain out of my life. And to benefit me? Her reasoning was absolutely ridiculous.

She was still my mother no matter what. I wanted to reach out and hold her hand, telling her that everything was going to be alright. That we could be a family again. That we could start all over.

But I chose to stay completely still, refusing the urge to pull her into a hug wherever she was. Because maybe she was benefiting the both of us. Choosing to stay away in order to not throw my life into a different gear was the smartest move.

And I just realized that we couldn't start over, and that we could never be a family again. I've come too far to change now, and nothing could interfere with my true intentions anymore.

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- You -

The nurse came in and escorted the couple out the door. I was shaking from fear because a stranger was sobbing and yelling in my face.

Do you know how hard it is to just watch people suffer around you, but that's all you can do?

I couldn't speak and tell the woman the truth, because it would just come out as one big mumble.

So as I said before, all I could do was watch her cry and scream at me when I had no clue what was going on. I was tearing up because I was terrified.

I was terrified that I would never be able to hear the sweet voices from the people that I once knew, and that I would never be able to say the things I wanted to say to them so badly.

There was one particular person that was imprinted in my mind, but I couldn't remember who the person was.

He had light brown hair, very beautiful eyes, and a charming, almost prince - like smile. He was absolutely amazing, but completely anonymous.

I want to see him again.

No, I have to.