Heal the Scars Left on the Heart

13: Reminiscence

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I gripped onto Rupert's wrist desperately. My vision was still hazy from the alcohol, but I could clearly see him, and only him. Everything else was a blur to me.

Suddenly, I didn't want to be alone. I didn't want to drown in my thoughts and tears until I fell asleep. I wanted someone to comfort me.

"Don't go," I begged.

I'm scared to be alone.

"Stay with me..." I breathed silently, gripping his wrist tighter.

Please stay.

"Just for a little longer... please."

He hesitated before turning around. The shocked look on his face twisted with sympathy. I begged with my eyes, still holding a firm grasp onto him.

Please don't leave me.

He cautiously sat back down on the marble floors. While I laid on the couch, he sat in front of me but facing the other way.

He stared blankly ahead. I was unsure if his eyes darted around or focused straight ahead of him at the plasma television, mounted on the walls. My shirt laid next to him on the floor, the comforting silence in the room kissed all over my bare body.

I stared at the back of his head, his green, worn down cap rested on top. I watched him silently, as he stayed completely still. His shoulders never rose like humans did when we breathed. But even so, I felt his living presence next to mine.

My eyes wandered up slowly, meeting the analogue clock. The big hand was 24 minutes shy from hitting midnight.

I breathed quietly against the side of his neck, "it's November 5th."

His head turned faintly, only moving it about two inches. It's like he wanted to turn around to peer at me curiously, but something in him stopped.

He continued to stay silent, waiting for me to resume.

I sighed.

There's no turning back.

"So much has happened on November 5th," I continued steadily. "In the year of 2037, my ex-husband was caught having an affair..."

I chuckled softly when I saw his head turn again slightly, but not all the way to face me still.

The poundings in my head gradually ached, and my wounded shoulders still stung.

"And the year of 2038, I met this android... Connor."

I sighed, reminiscing our times together. Our short, but lively memories. My hatred that slowly converted into love. All our joyful memories, even the terrible ones. They still lingered deep in my thoughts, unable to truly let go. He had taken a part of my heart and died with it.

"He did everything in his power to make me happy. Everything to keep me from crying over my husband that left me," I spoke in a slight slur. "Then he died... shattered his heart along with mine. I thought one day, I'd live to be happy."

A tension and silence filled the spacious room. His heartbeat was the only thing that rang loudly in the room, echoing against every wall.

Or was that my heart? I couldn't tell anymore.

"I longed for the days I could smile to forget, not drink to forget. I thought I'd have that with him," I spoke softly, a tear slipped down my cheeks and trickled on its way to my earlobes.

Stop.

"But maybe that type of world doesn't exist in my life."

He doesn't care about your sob story.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to ramble on," I abruptly spoke, cutting myself off.

He turned around finally to look my face with his gleaming brown eyes. They gazed at mine passionately. I read all the emotions that welled up in his orbs, and my heart thudded against my ribcage, rattling it in my chest.

I could see that he was looking down at me kindly. So gently. It's always been that way. He's always looked at me like I was his trophy. Like a treasure that was abandoned completely, crying alone in a deserted place.

"Thank you..." his words escaped his lips so softly, it was almost inaudible. "Thank you for telling me."

Every parts of my body ached. My heart from all the emotions, my brain from the toxic I consumed, and my body from the injury.

My body started becoming very heavy, as well as my eyelids.

"Do you want to make this year's November 5th eventful before it ends?..." the words snaked out of my lips.