Doherty Twins

Chapter Five: The Pianist, That Night.

Soundtrack: Someone To Stay ~ Vancouver Sleep Clinic.

|5|

I could hear the tenderly taken little footsteps around the room, with my eyes still closed and my hands on my heart with steady beats. The squeezing pain I felt, letting me know I'm still alive and breathing fine. I woke up, but nothing changed. Is it wrong when I want this same pain to squeeze me to death, almost?

I hate this feeling, and mostly I hate my head for thinking all these when I promised to wait for him and I will be hanging on the last words he said to me.

I felt the wet, silent tears slip through the corners of my eyes for the first time since the day of the wedding, as I clutch my chest over the dress. My lips quivered and I bit my lower lip to stop the sobs from escaping. This crushed heart just didn't hurt anymore, it was slowly killing me.

"No, she doesn't have a weak heart again. Just check on her eating habits, and make sure she has enough rest", I heard Chris, Declan's cousin talking in a whispery tone. I remember him, they both fought like cat and dog whenever they had a face off, but I could tell it was only a friendly rivalry among them because behind their backs they only had praises for each other. Chris was 2 years older than the twins. But Damon was always the mature one, solving the disputes, taking blames so I have heard many stories from Lan.

"I don't know man, I...", I heard Damon trail off tirelessly.

"Its crazy. I still cannot believe that he is no more with us. Guess we could all never accept this, even Ari", Chris said.

Hearing someone else say he is no more left me with another series of pain and this time I couldn't take it anymore. My sobs became uncontrollable and turned into ugly wails. Both Chris and Damon rushed to my side, trying to sooth me but everything I had I lost it. I lost Lan forever. He is not coming back. He was never going to come.

Damon held me in his arms and let me cry, he allowed me to while Chris stood on the side and watched us, I couldn't read his expression but with his shoulders slouched and he was visibly shaking too. After that I didn't remember anything except for Damon slowly rubbing my arm with his hand before passing out again.

I woke up to a bright sun shining on my face. My throat felt dry and it hurt when I opened my mouth. "I.. I n-need.. wate", I tried to say but it sounded gibberish to my own ears. Damon quickly sprinted towards the glass of water on the table next to the bed and help me sit up, placing the pillows behind my back.

"Does it still hurt?", he asked bringing the glass near my lips. I shook my head no. Yes, it still does. I drank the whole content, I must've been really thirsty.

"I should leave", Chris announced, smiling with amusement. "Ari, please take care. Call me if there's anything else I could do." With a small wave he left the room, and left us alone, together.

"You must be hungry. What do you want to eat?", Damon shifted on his feet, one hand shoved in his pocket while the other pinching the bridge of his nose. I noticed he was in the same three piece suit I remember before I blacked out.

"For how long have I been unconscious?", I asked ignoring his previous question.

"For almost twelve hours, I think."