A Four-Letter-Word Called LOVE (COMPLETE - ENG Translation On-Going)

Act Sixty-Two

           

Mhairi:

                                "Can you not remember anything about me, Mhairi? Can you, c-can you really not remember me at all?"

                My feet immediately froze and pause from sauntering. I don't know but his words suddenly struck a shooting, indescribable pain inside me.

                                "Am I... Am I just your little brother? Am I, Am I just... A-Am I really just your wee Chrissy Chris to you?"

                Why, why am I feeling like this?

                Why do I suddenly feel like so sullen while heeding those words from him?

                Have I---

                Have I done something wrong?

                                "All my life... All my life, I thought, I thought I'm just a weird, 10-year-old boy who has these weird, special feelings for his Ate. I thought, I thought I-I'm just so elated every time I see you; every time you drop by to the house to see me. That euphoric feeling I always felt every time my Mum let me visit you, every time we have our sleepovers on school holidays especially that time when you always cuddle me to ease all the fears from the nightmares I had. Every time you comfort me from all the bullies around me; your soothing, euphoric words telling me that everything will be okay, that everything will be alright."

                A few fragments of short snaps suddenly pops out of my mind; seeing those snaps of a young, 10-year-old-boy calling my name and will run towards me giving me the warmest, elating embrace;

                Seeing a young boy with a blurry face hiding under the altar's table gazing at me with her sombre hazel brown gaze; muttering a few words while hugging him to ease the fear I've seen peeping from the corner of his young, innocent gaze.

                                "I-I thought... A-All I thought..."

                He pauses for a bit but I feel that he's trying to suppress the weak sobs that I'm heeding from him.

                                "I, I-I love you. I've been so in love with you, Mhairi. I've loved you since I've realized that these weird, special feelings that I feel for you is LOVE. And yes, you heard it right; I'm in love and been in love with you since I was 10. I even promised to myself that I'm gonna wait till I finally grow up to tell you how much I love you."

                My world suddenly turns into a halt after I heeded those words from Chris. The confusions and anxiety keeps on building up while still seeing another fragments of short snaps that my mind keeps on flashing right in front of me. Migraine starts to build up, igniting the sharp pain that shoots right straight in my brain.

                                "C-Chris, please..."

                I shut my eyes firmly to suppress the massive headache I'm feeling. It subsides a bit but the pain's still there. He continues.

                                "My world was shattered when the doctors declared that you're in a deep coma after you were accidentally hit by the bus. I've--- I've totally and constantly blaming myself on that time because... because if it wasn't for me, that horrible accident will never, ever happen in the first place. I even don't know what to do on that time, been praying so hard that one day, one day; you will wake up. I rebuked myself even more when Uncle George and Auntie Jeannette have decided to take you to America. They both decided to take a huge step on taking you to America to seek more advanced treatment for you because, because they're so worried about you; and I'm so worried and scared that you might not wake up and leave us for good. I-I couldn't do anything to change that even though I don't want them to take you away. They both left with you to America leaving me with hopes that someday, someday you'll come back. That someday, someday you'll come back to see me again."