Heal the Scars Left on the Heart

36: Heal

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I stared at the window aimlessly, allowing the sun to bathe my skin. The trees outside were beaming green excitedly, dancing against the gentle, summer breeze.

I pursed my lips, casting my eyes at the beautiful skies that weren't covered by the stubborn clouds.

It looked like a perfect day to go drive my trophy car that Sid bought me years ago.

I balled my fists together, the veins seeping through the skin on the back of my hands and my knuckles turned white.

I can't drive anymore.

Everything made me more angrier and depressed as I came to a realization that I couldn't do most of my daily task back in my normal life.

I heard the front door open, and I rolled my eyes.

Fucking Hank.

I reeled my wheelchair furiously down the hallway until I reached the corner of the living room.

Thinks he can just come in whenever he wants cause he has fucking authorization and shit-

I spoke through gritted teeth, "god fucking dammit, Hank. Can't I just be alone for-"

I stared blankly at the man who was not Hank. He stood in the middle of my living room, his jaws dropped and his eyes widened. I was able to see the perfect shape of the brown orbs that I fell in love with before I fell into a coma.

My jaws dropped and my eyes widened, copying his expression.

"R-Ru... pert?..."

"(Y/N)?..."

We stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, searching in our eyes for each other's soul.

What?...

My heart skipped a beat or two. I felt like it was going to come out of my mouth, or rip through my chest and pump ridiculously fast on the glossy marble floors.

How is he here?...

Rupert approached me very slowly, taking one step at a time cautiously. His eyes didn't fail to hide his surprised expression, neither did mine.

"H-how?" His breath hitched. "T-the nurses told me y-you died..."

"I-I did," I gulped, as I waited excitedly, but patiently until he was closer. "I was revived from CPR..."

Rupert finally got closer, and he hesitantly kneeled down in front of me. We looked each other eye to eye in my level, and I felt my breathing quicken. His eyes sparkled with confusion, excitement, affection, sadness, so much emotions at once that I could go on forever and list them.

"W-what happened... to you, (Y/N)?..." his voice croaked.

My lips laced with a frown, I avoided looking at his dreamy brown eyes.

"I... I'm paraplegic after the accident..."

He very slowly reached his hand out to touch my hand, and I let him. His eyes watered vaguely, I almost couldn't tell if I was still high on drugs and I was hallucinating it or if it was real tears I saw in his eyes.

His gentle touch felt so reassuring, reminding me this wasn't a dream.

Please tell me this isn't a dream.

"No..." he exhaled sadly. "W-why you..."

I brought both of my hands to touch his, squeezing them.

God, I missed his touch.