Open Heart {Under Revision}

Epilogue

I had seen so many mornings since I had arrived in Boston. I had seen many since I took birth, from rising beneath the ocean to the rise behind the tall skyscrapers. From the lands of long stretching pastures to the country side of Raleigh.

But today, it was astounding them all.

All of the moments of mornings I had witnessed, they were nothing compared to what I was seeing today from the windows. The one I was seeing rising from the busy Boston bay, beyond the dark blue tides of the Atlantic Ocean. It was different. It was unique. It was a sign of a new beginning.

My mind was calm, and peaceful.

So long...it had been almost a lifetime since I had felt this amount of relief and stress free. It settled over my body like a condensed presentiment. It reminded me that, even during the times of wars, peace will be the successor. If we handled it carefully of course.

Ethan was awake, gazing at the ceiling with thoughts I always wanted to know. I was tangled with him, our bodies wrapped around each other's arm. I slept in the best place I could rest, the taut planes of his pectorals. They seemed to be casted from iron, but within them, beat the steady heart.

"What time is it?" I groggily asked as my eyes focussed on the sunlight streaming down to my beige coloured floors. I noticed that in some areas, splinters had come out. Uh...more things to repair.

Ethan sighed, "4am."

"You sound very...tired." I stifled a giggle.

He glanced at me, his tousled hair falling over his forehead. It gave him a boyish look, not the look of a condescending professional. I ran my fingers there, parting them back to their place. He spoke in a rugged voice, "Now do I? You sound like you have run a marathon."

I groaned as my sore limbs agreed with him, "What are you? A war machine or something? Don't you ever get tired?"

We couldn't keep our hands off each other, and I had no idea how many times we went. The room looked as if an avalanche had wrecked havoc, my tidy end to end notion burning down in flames. On the contrary, I wanted more. And so did he.

"Surprisingly not." He replied, "Why, are you complaining?"

I licked my lips, "Nope. The more the merrier."

He sighed deeply and glanced at the clock this time. I wondered...I wondered if we had not decided to make it work, to let it go...no matter how much it broke me, no matter how much it pained me, I knew I couldn't force him into anything. But I was glad that we had not taken that forsaken road.

I was glad that we were together, no matter the odds, no matter the costs.

He was the spark to my flames, the one who kept the smoldering embers burning when logic decried that my light should have been extinguished long ago. A doctor's flame would always be entombed by another doctor's flame. A line, once spoken long ago which many had forgotten and buried behind the passage of time. But history always spoke true, if we saw it true from our own eyes and interpreted its hidden meaning, we will understand.

I heard a slight knock on my door, and my ears recognised the sound. But with that, there was a slight creak of someone else's door opening. Crap.

Jackie or Elijah must had come back sometime during the night, or perhaps for the best it was Sienna who was too tired to sleep and was busy with her cooking dreams. I had no problem if it was her. She was my best friend and I trusted her with my life. On the other hand...if Jackie or Elijah who saw me with Ethan...that would be too, too awkward.

"I have to go. I need to get things done. With all the papers lying on my floor." He ran a hand through his hair, "This fellowship thing."

I tensed, suddenly remembering about it, "With Dr. Banerji back, there won't be any fellowship anymore right?"