Red-strings Intertwined

It has been a month since he's been in a coma. Everyday was tough, talking to him for hours and hours, not sleeping, monitoring him every minute. Tough, yes, but I never got tired, I never felt tired. Even though only a month has passed, lots of things happened too. For when Aaron finally wakes up, he will see a new me. I cut my charcoal hair short, up to shoulders. I wore clothes more appealing and not just for concerts and recitals. I've been happy, since you came and until now, I still am. For you were the bridge of it all. You took my hand and led me out of darkness.

"Hi, uncle!" I kicked slowly the door open for my hand is full carrying foods and fruits. His father didn't go back to our country even though he had a job to take care of. He stayed with him all through it.

He went near me and got the things I bought and put them in the table. "Did you eat yet?"

"No," i shook, "Let's eat together."

he nodded as he brings out the take-out's I bought from a fast-food restaurant.

"When will he wake up, I wonder?" he stares at the sleeping Aaron sadly.

I exhaled deeply as I give him a reassuring smile, "He'll wake up soon" he just smiled at me.

"By the way," he says, "How about your lessons? Won't you be left behind?"

"Oh, it's fine. Sir understands"

"How about you, uncle?" I asked back.

He shrugs, "Well, I told them about my situation. I don't know what'll happen if I get fired." he softly laughed.

"It's their loss if they fire you"

"Sure is" we both laughed.

We immediately stopped laughing and smiled at each other then silence overcame the room. You can hear the clock ticking as every moment pass. It's really quiet. I want to smile, laugh, love, be happy with Aaron. Laugh under the clouds for we're going to have a happy ending. But this isn't a fantasy.

Aaron's father phone suddenly ringed which made noise to the room. He opens it to see who's calling which made his eyes widen.

"I, uh... I have to take this." he stares at me blankly. Who's calling, I wonder. I immediately nodded and he ran out to the room in a speed of light.

I stare at Aaron and reached out for his hand.

"You really love making people worry, huh?" I softly laughed.

"It's already been a year since we've met. Those 365 days I spent with you were full of emotions. Happiness, sadness, anger." I shifted my head to my right, the window. "It's finally Spring" as I hear leaves rustling. "Days seems to be longer" I chuckled, "Let's go hiking next time." I smile at him and then finally let myself rest.

My dream ended abruptly, as I was shaken back into reality. My eyes opened, my eyelashes faintly batting against my lids when I blinked. I laid on the couch, debating whether or not I should get up. My muscles felt weak, just like my energy. I let out an exasperated sigh, groaning as I rolled off of the sepia-colored sofa I had been occupying. What time was it? How long had I been asleep? All of these questions shot through my mind as I let out a loud yawn, ready to start (or continue) the day.

My eyes suddenly shifted to Aaron, sitting straight as he stares at me. I must still be asleep. I blink, blink again. As I fully grasp that I'm wide awake, my jaw dropped and my eyes went round. The color of my body was drained out, he was finally awake.

"Ah!" I shouted. "Aaron..." in a lower voice. The corner of his mouth curved into a smile. He spread his arms, "I'm back, Lou. You're beautiful as ever."

My eyes flooded with tears as I abruptly ran towards him, holding him in my arms. "Aaron..." my throat were blocked, I couldn't say anything except for his name as tears continued to flow down in my cheeks.

He traced his fingers through my hair, "You cut your hair,"

My face turned to him, "And you're bald."

He laughed like how he always does, "It's still growing." his tightened his grip in my hips and made our lips as one.

"Did you miss me?" he asks, a hint of a devilish grin in his eyes.

"No," I reply, stopping my real feelings from creeping up my throat and satisfying his cruel curiosity. "How long have you been awake?"

"So dishonest," he laughs, "Around 30 minutes ago."

I softly slapped his neck, it was the closest. His chest were still recovering. "Why didn't you wake me up? Call the nurse? Doctor? Uncle?"

"I got stuck watching you sleep that I forgot about it" he smiles. I removed his arms from my body and stood up.

"I'll call them" my smile widen, so wide as tears continued streaming down my face.

"Okay" he smiles back.

I turned and called the nurse and doctor and of course, his dad that he finally woke up. They all ran as fast as they could while I did nothing but smile. For me, emotions are spectrums rather than absolutes, or destinations. As such I see a range from sad, through neutral, to happy that blends. For the most part I exist on the positive side of neutral and let "happier" feelings come as bursts of colour. I enjoy this way of being. It renders me somewhat immune to depression and gives a sort of emotional robustness that provides a steadiness others can co-regulate from. From what I can see, those who see "sad" and "happy" as absolutes are forever destined to oscillate between the two.

I called Blythe, Jax and my mom about the news. I could hear Blythe's shout from all the way here. They're as happy as ever. And so the doctor said it would still take a while before he completely recovers so we stayed there for a while. Together with Uncle and me. We waited patiently for him to finally recover and then it was the time for us to finally go back.

Blythe, Jax and my mom were waiting for us at the airport. As we walk outside the gate, Blythe's face was already filled with tears while Jax comforts her. We all reunited, cried again, laughed, and smiled. It was a fun year being with them. I wonder how long we'll all be together. I wish I'd be for life.