I couldn't see anything; everything was pitch black. The dreams that are not dreams. It had always made me curious. I searched a lot about it, but I was never satisfied with the answers given. I waited for a few seconds, but I didn't wake up. "A dream about a dream that is not a dream, huh?" I observed, "This is new."
I waded around the dream, but there was no sign of escape. "Am I dead?" I thought to myself, "Is this Limbo?"
After what seemed like a few minutes, the dark background of my dream started to lighten up, slowly transforming from very black to light grey, revealing an obvious circular light on the supposedly never-ending ceiling. I heard you crying in the direction of the light and I reflexively swam towards the light. Towards you...
My eyes jolted open and the chalk-white ceiling of the hospital greeted me with its familiar scent of sterilizers. I looked at my left and saw you sleeping, your hands on my left hand. I couldn't stop myself from blushing and looked away instead of moving my hand away, afraid that I would wake you up and accidentally hurt your feelings. And plus, I WANTED THIS MOMENT TO LAST LONGER.
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After an hour or so, I heard you let out a cute grunt before slowly opening your eyes. "Ohayō, Nakamura-san," I greeted you.
Your eyes suddenly became wide open and though subtle, tears formed in your eyes. "You were that worried for me?"
"Mochiron, Baka..." you retorted before apologizing for sounding harsh.
"How long was I out?"
"Four days."
"Eh, what about my family-"
"They left Japan, of course. My family is housing you until you're okay to go home, which is about two to three weeks after you're discharged from the hospital."
"And when is that?"
"3 days from now."
"Damn, so I would have to skip a lot of weeks for school... And I have IGCSEs to boot," I scratched my head in annoyance.
"Hey, don't move so vigorously," you scolded me with a motherly tone, which didn't work so you grabbed my hand instead.
I breathed in and breathed out. Not being able to study for IGCSEs is a very major problem as it could dictate my future. I sighed. "Whatever, let's worry when it comes to that. I need to focus on getting better for now," I thought to myself.
I thanked you for calming me down in which you retorted once more before apologizing again.
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RomanceHansel Juanda has never had a good life, only living for the sake of meeting a girl who might or might not exist... Just as he was pondering her existence, she appeared right before him. Viewer discretion is advised...
