Open Heart {Under Revision}

Chapter 47- The Sky is dark for us

Ten Years Ago...

I caught my aunt when she was out of her lab, her face tensed with pain. I had to clear my throat to get her attention because hey, I was never close with anyone in my family except Sylvan and Mia.

"What did he say?" I asked, unsure for the last time. She narrowed her eyes at me and gave me a look of pure disgust, polar opposite to think that yesterday she had stood up for me. Sometimes I thought my aunt was bipolar. Maybe she was after all. Ha.

"You shouldn't be knowing about that. It's between him and me." She said in a strong voice, giving away that even with her condition, she was ready enough to rat me out of here. I shrugged and looked to the floor before moving out. I wasn't going to get any answers from her and if Sylvan would wanted me to know, I would have been told.

The medicines arrived later the day and was given with heavy doses now. For weeks we monitored his condition and it seemed like he was getting better. Though, still he was unable to leave the bed. My father prohibited him to do so and then more than two weeks, prohibited me to visit him until one fateful night.

When I arrived at the hospital, the panicked faces of the nurses were hard not to realise that...it wasn't working after all.

I shook my head unable to compete with the reality now. I would feel about this hour for years later. I would feel and be traumatised at this moment for years from now. But at this hour, I was just. Just feeling nothing. The way Sylvan had talked me out for months, he made sure that when he goes, I'll be ready. I'll be ready and be with him as he fades.

So I did.

When I entered in the room, the tears from my eyes were already on stream. My heart bore the pain stronger than anything but my brain was still reeling from the shocking disbelief. It was too soon. His eyes were unfocused as nurses began plummeting everything in. His lungs were failing, his heart was arrhythmic and his liver was already gone.

They just shut themselves up by their own accordance. Was it fair? For the first time, there at that moment I had thought that I wished I could control human beings.

His head turned to side slowly, a grimance forming over his face. He smiled when he looked at me, standing in the corner of the room with a look of pure horror on her face. He gently raised his hands to motion me and I was not thinking twice before I pushed the nurses out of the way and sat by his side. The rest of my family followed in, mom and dad, Grandma and Mia and Shawn and Daniella in the end. I hardly noticed them because my eyes were only for Sylvan.

I perched myself near him and gently stroked his face like he used to do to me.

"It's going to be alright Lola." He had difficulty in saying. He was wrong. Nothing was going to be alright. How did the meds failed? They were doing so good and now...out of blue? His familiar tired eyes looked at me and asked, "Will you sing something for me?"

I used to sing a lot, my voice wasn't polished but it was good and Sylvan loved it. My parents forbade it since art was a medium of distraction but today, they were all burning in hell for all I cared.

My voice shook as I thought for a song...and then I sang.

I sang with a sorrow voice, changing the tone and the words as they filled the room. My voice then became the very essence of that place and Sylvan my strength. The doctors and nurses paused their works and everything just ceased to exist. It was just me and him. We were family, we were ties that binded.

I stopped when I felt his pressure on my hands receded. I smiled thinly at him because I knew. We both knew.

"I love you, Sylvan." I choked. He smiled back, looking deep to my soul and replied in a raspy voice,