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

Act Seventy-One

Chris:

                I've been holding the tears that keep on peeping from the corner of my sullen gaze. I'm trying all my best on not to bawl my eyes out while I'm watching her from afar. She's continuously been turning her gaze around searching and looking for someone particularly at the front lawn of the Church

                She's been standing there for ages, waiting while looking around for someone she's supposed to meet. Worry and fear are pretty much visible on her face, especially on her brown gaze but she's trying all her best to mask what she feels by puffing a few deep breaths. She even tries to check her phone to see if she receives a message or a phone call from someone she's been waiting. Her face will fall in sullen when she found out that there's none.

                I so wanted to go near her. I want to run to her, embracing her so tight I don't want to let her go. But---

                But I couldn't.

                I couldn't do those things anymore now that I've finally made a firm decision that will make everything right;

                Because of my love for this woman that I've loved and waited all my life.

~Flashback:

                                "Have we got everything, sweetie?"

                                "Mum, please. Don't be so panicky, okay?" I chuckled in disbelief.

                The bags containing my stuff are already packed and sitting next to the corner of my bed. But Mum still thinks – well, freaking out herself much is the appropriate word – that we might leave some of my stuff in the hospital. The GP who's looking after me has decided that I can now be discharged and continue recuperating at home. My tests show that my physical injuries are very much okay and all I have to do is continue my rest. He advises me on not to do some heavy exercises, especially on a sport that requires a long walk. In short, I cannot play golf for a while until my internal injuries are gone.

                                "But, I can hit some balls, right?"

                The GP looks at me with a curious, stern look.

                                "The fracture in your rib cage is not fully healed yet so, no."

                Oh, for f***'s sake! I've been lying in the hospital bed for a week! I need to go back in the course and hit some balls, ugh!

                                "Don't be so stubborn now, young lad!" Mum suddenly chimes. "You have to listen to your GP, or you might make your trip back here and stay longer."

                I heave a deep sigh to release the frustration of not playing the sport that I love and been playing since I could remember.

                Silence surrounds us as we stroll along the hospital hallway. Two male nurses are carrying our stuff and walking behind us; I'm riding on a wheelchair while Mum pushes it. So many things happened in those five days that I stayed in this place. I feel like I've been in this place for so long with so many things that happened to me, primarily when Mhairi has finally remembered everything about me and our love. The conversation between Markus and me still lingers at the back of my mind, exacerbating this gut-wrenching pain of sadness enveloping inside me. I know I'm doing this to make things right again. I'm making this huge sacrifice setting my feelings and my bruised heart aside from pain and heartaches of loving Mhairi, of fighting against Markus to win her love and heart.