Chapter 46: The Accident

Fahami's POV:

I looked for him in every possible place where he could be, but my odds were not in my favor. I didn't find him. I didn't know if he had any other place to stay. That woman said, his sister also left this place. There's a possibility that he could be with his sister, but the biggest question was, if he knew where his sister was, why didn't he tell me? More importantly, why didn't they live together if they knew about each other? I couldn't bring myself to ask him about his mother and sister but that day, when he opened up to me, he could have told me where his sister was if he knew.

Maybe he didn't know. If he was not with his sister, where was he? I didn't know the answer. I ducked my head in frustration and exhaustion. My whole body ached because of my quest.

' I want to tear my own hair out. Why did I have to hurt him? Dammit, why?'

"Ms......" Someone said loudly. I was a little startled. I looked up only to find a middle-aged man looking at me in annoyance.

Was he calling me too many times? I wouldn't be shocked if he did because I came to the restaurant almost half an hour ago, still I didn't order anything.

I politely said, "I am sorry."

Handing me a menu, the man said, "What do you want to eat?"

I exhaled deeply and looked into the menu card. My heart throbbed when I noticed 'Jhapchi'. It was his favorite.

I said, "I want to order Jhapchi."

When the man brought the food and decorated them on the table, I couldn't help but think of Taesung. I missed him! I missed him decorating our foods on our dining table and also in the restaurant.

My voice was cracking, "T-thank y-you."

When I looked into the bowl of Jhapchi, I remembered about an incident happening few weeks ago. Taesung cooked Jhapchi for both us. He loved eating Jhapchi so much that after finishing his bowl, he stole from me, and he literally held my hands so that I wouldn't put the spoon full of Jhapchi in my mouth. He forcefully took my portion in his mouth. We fought, giggled and tickled each other that day. It was a mess, but I was happy. We had lots of fun that day, but now all of these were just, memories.

My eyes blurred due to the tears that was forcefully filling in my eyes. I blinked many times to control the tears that was threatening to spill. I bit my knuckles to control the sobs. It wasn't the time to cry. I had to find him.

I sniffed and focused on eating.

"Poor boy! So young! Fate! Everything is fate! I just hope he doesn't die." Some man pitied some boy, I guessed. I looked around and found two men nearby who was watching TV. I followed their gaze and watched at the TV.

"A 20-year-old man was injured in a road accident at 6 pm today. Witnesses said a speeding car hit the young man walking on the sidewalk and the driver fled the scene. The police came and admitted the young man to the nearby 'X' hospital. The identity of the young man is not yet known. Police said they are investigating the case. This is Lee Eunha from ABC News."

It felt like my whole world crumbled beneath my feet. The boy, the news reporter was talking about, was Taesung. The image they showed, it was Taesung's. I felt numb, as if my every nerve frozen, as if I was tied to the chair.

' No it can't be, it can't be! God, don't punish me like this. Please, No! I hope he is okay, I hope he will survive.'

I started seeing black dots dancing in front me. My vision was getting blurry. Damn these eyes! It wasn't the time to lose consciousness. I had to got to him, I had to be with him.

' I can't let him go.'

I couldn't finish rest my meals, I just paid the bill and sprinted off to him, to where the boy was lying unconscious and fighting for his life.

' Hang on, Taesung. I am coming for you. I am not going to let you go this time, I promise. I promise we will try.'

I took a taxi and told the address to the driver. I didn't know what I did or how I looked like because the driver asked me after a while, "Ms, are you alright?"

I was sobbing and barely managed to choke out the words, "No. Someone very close to my heart had an accident."

The driver said, "Oh Ms. don't be afraid. Everything will be alright. Don't cry, have faith in your love."

His words echoed in my head, 'Love! Love! Love!'

I could barely utter the words, "Why did you think that he is my love?"

He smiled genuinely, "Ms. I have been married for fifteen years and loved my wife for more than twenty years. I know how it feels. The look in your eyes says it clearly, that he is your love."

Was it that obvious? Did everyone notice it except for me? Did everyone notice I loved him? But was I the only one who was ignorant? Why?

I didn't know when I reached to the destination because of my inner conflicts. I was debating with my own self whether I loved him or not.

I spotted the hospital out of the taxi and immediately got down, paying the bill, I ran inside the hospital. I didn't know where he was. I looked for him here and there like a stupid. I mentally facepalmed myself when I realized that I didn't ask the receptionist.

"Excuse me, call you tell me where is the young boy who had an accident this evening?" I asked her desperately.

The receptionist looked up at me from her computer and asked, "Are you his relative?"

I knew I wasn't, "No, I am a colleague. Now please tell me where is he?"

The receptionist exhaled loudly and said, "He is in ICU, room number 301, third floor. You can't meet with him right now."

That's all I needed to know. I sprinted off to the stairs, completely forgotten about the elevator. When I reached the third floor, I was gasping for air. My body ached and screamed for relief, still I couldn't stop now.

But when I was nearby the room No. 301, my legs didn't want to move forward. I didn't want to see how bad in shape he was. I didn't know if I could tolerate the scene or not, but I slowly made my way to the room. When I stepped in front of the room and saw him lying down on the bed, body covered up in bandage, and he was on life support, I felt a strange emotion that I have never felt before.

' I love him.'