"Love is more precious than wealth, glory, wisdom and even life itself because it is not afraid of death."
-Aleksandr Kuprin
July 6, xxxx
(heart monitor beeping)
She laid in her bed peacefully, as if a spell was casted upon her, much like the widely known fairytale. She was as beautiful when they first met, even with the head stitches and bandages. Her hair, rather what's left of it, was the same color; her cheeks, clearly betraying her weight loss, were as rosy as they were last summer; her lips, pale and weak, were as perfect when she was healthy.
She was perfect, he would say. She IS perfect.
I was off from my shift and just finished operating on a patient. It was 3 in the morning, and I'd been awake for 40 something hours now, running on the caffeine in my system. It's a norm for surgeons. But my shift that night was far off from normal.
I met Jay after I finished my rounds that night. He was probably younger than I was that time, around 20 to 25. He sat at the corner of the cafeteria alone. He was not crying but there was something in me that pushed me to join him for a cup of coffee.
I sat at his table and he seemed startled. "I'm sorry, did I scare you?" He shook his head. "I was just... thinking." He answered. I placed a cup in front of him. "Black, if you don't mind." He said he didn't. For quite some time we sat there awkwardly. I knew I was going to be paged soon, but there was something in me that just had to know why I was drawn to joining this man that I didn't even know.
"Sorry, I just..." I shook my head. "It's fine, you don't have to talk. I'm just here to join you." He smiled. "She wouldn't like that, you know. " A bittersweet smile, I presume. "Me, sitting with a beautiful surgeon like you in the hospital where she's confined. She's a very jealous person, ironically the most selfless woman I've ever met in my life as well. I had to beat up her brother to find out where she was." With this statement I panicked. Still, I stayed and listened.
2 Months Ago...
He had been working on a new song when his dad called him. They we're running a bed and breakfast, luckily the only one that stood in their town. Jay lived near the beach which was an infamous tourist spot, yet remotely hidden. He helped his dad occassionally, but his real passion was making music, in hopes to get produced someday.
His father called his name again, making him jump, startled. He went to where the voice was from, the reception slash lobby of their B&B.
"Please help our guests with their luggage, son. They're staying at 10 and 11." He faced his dad and nodded, then face their guests. Then he saw her. She was as simple as can be, her eyes brown, lips as rosy as her cheeks. Her black hair cascaded down, framing her face as it made its way past her chest. She wore appropriately paired shirt and shorts, perfect for the hot summer weather. He didn't notice he was staring at her until his dad nudged him, urging him to continue working. He did as he was instructed and took them to their rooms. First were the parents, he guessed, who went in to room 10. Then she and her brother went in to the next one. He didn't get the chance to ask her name or to even smile at her. She went in without glancing at him. It made his heart ache in anticipation for their next meeting.
She's staying here, so I at least have a chance to meet her.
He smiled to himself and went back to their yard where he cleaned the pool while making his new song.
