Chapter Sixteen: a hold and to remember

Heading back to the street, I stopped on the Gas Station.

When I saw a familiar car, parked at the 7/11 store, I immediately drove toward the store and was flabbergasted of what I saw.

"Iced coffee won't relieve your fever, idiot."

I mouthed as I took his bottle Iced coffee from his hand.

A slight suprise showed up in his eyes as he made his stare to me.

Fuck that stare.

"Why are you here? Where's Bea?"

He asked, trying to get back his coffee from my hands but I hid it from my back.

"She's at her place, Taguig area." I replied.

His skin touched my skin.

The moment his hand trynna get back his coffee from my hand at the back of me, I felt his burning breath on my nape.

"Crazy woman, give me back my coffee!"

"Why did you go here instead? You need to see a doctor. Cox!"

"I don't need them. Give me back my drinks—"

"You're so stupid. Do you think it will cure you?"

"No! But why do you care?! You're not supposed to be here!" He shouted.

Right. I'm not supposed to be here.

And why the hell am I here?

"Cox, listen. You have to go to the hospital and let them give you medication. You have to—"

"I said I don't want to go to the hospital, can't you hear me?! Leave now! And don't ever show up again!" He shouted again.

His voice were dim. Like the night.

But his eyes were shining upon the Street lights that penetrates the mirror of his soul.

The truth is, I am waiting for so long.

For this moment to come. I didn't know that I fell in love with the man who likes a man even before knowing what falling in love means.

That every time he showed up, my day was

complete—even though he's showing up just to ruin my self confidence.

That even if I lost the first place, as long as it is him who gets what's he want, it's already fine for me.

I thought when my mother left me, my heart turned cold and numb.

That even a single emotion can never make an impact to me anymore.

That loosing everything I have has been the reason for my whole being to turn cold, and to feel nothing.

That was a lie. Honestly, I'm a fool. For fooling myself that I don't care anymore.

Is that the reason why I actually care for him when actually, I shouldn't in the first damn place?

I already told you thousand times to not be in love, heart, but why can't you listen to me?

I wanted to cry.

After every fucking day and night keeping myself busy just to not recognize this kind of feeling again, it turns out all in vain. And in pain.

I thought i am now over, but I never do. And I'm a fucking idiot for still keeping this feeling inside me.

I'm fucking breaking up into pieces. And was still on its process to break even more.

I managed to live by myself after all the years my only person I have left the world.

Funny 'cause after seven years or ten of not seeing him, I'm still here.

And still trying to get rid of this feeling.

And only then did I understand what he wanted to say when he looked away and stopped looking at my eyes.

I took a deep breath before deciding to give him the coffee he was drinking again.

Whatever.

"Okay. I understand. here's your coffee."

I said and then handed him his coffee.

He didn't speak, he didn't move either.

Instead of getting it back, Cox just looked at it and stared blankly.

"Get it so I can leave." I said.

I don't care if he doesn't like my tone anymore.

He still didn't move and kept his lips closed.

I got bored, I put his iced coffee on top of the car he was leaning against.

I put it down and didn't hesitate to turn my back from him in thinking of getting back to my car.

I was about to take a step when I was suddenly stopped by a hold.

His warm skin touched my arm and held on it tightly.

"Wait." he sounded.

My chest heaved rapidly with the desire to break free from the cage of my chest.

My heart was beating so fast that I hesitated to face the man behind me.

I quickly felt a deep breath.

I think he's very close to my neck.

"I thought you wanted the doctor to see me?" he asked.

Unlike before, his voice was so weak that he almost lost the sound of his voice while he's speaking.

His voice, and his heavy breathing were as heavy as my heart and how this night was feeling like an endless time for me.

I moved my foot again, to face the man whose words I could hardly understand.

He's so unreadable. An open book for Bea but is still closed for me.

When I faced him, I couldn't avoid his heavy gaze.

"You're just tired, Cox." I said. even though I'm not sure of what I'm saying either.

I am not sure 'cause he's hard to understand.

He chuckled, after that, he breathed heavily.

"I hope so." Cy replied.

"Let's go, Cy, I'll take you back to your condo—"

"Please, no."

"Cy, you feel bad. You need to rest."

"I'm okay here. I'm okay with this." he said.

My brows arched in an instant.

"How can you say you're okay here— Cy!"

I almost fell off my feet as Cox's body crashed into me.

Little by little, he lost his grip on my arm and it slipped completely.

His head was immediately caught by my shoulder and so I hardly knew what to do.

--

When I went out to hopefully buy something to eat outside the hospital, I was immediately greeted by many people, so I was surprised.

I approached a woman with a child and asked.

"Ma'am, why are there so many people in the hallway?" I wondered.

The lady I was talking to widened her smile and answered.

"Ah! Don't you know? The actress Bea Kim is said to have arrived and is currently out of the hospital. I'm a fan of that actress so I'm also waiting for her here."

The fuck. I told her not to come here since this place were public!

Even though Cox is in the VIP area, still, Bea will pass through in the public and there's a lot of people that can make chaos around.

"T-Thank you..." I said as I got back inside the room where Cox were resting.

It's now 7 in the morning and everything was in a good place.

Not for me 'cause I lost my phone while sending him here.

The whole place is quiet and the only thing that creates noise is the strong wind freely coming in and out of the open window of the room.

Everything here is white. Even the curtain is spotless of dirt.

Is this man this important and his clothes are also different from the people who are also here in this hospital?

I sighed. Looking back at him as I approached him and sat beside his bed.

"We need to see someone who's also having the same blood type as yours." I whispered.

Talking at him like he can hear me.

According to the doctor's findings, his immune system is not strong.

Also, he was tired and his body couldn't take it anymore so he passed out.

And the hell this man is making me crazy.

He's the greedy person I ever met since I was a kid and I didn't know he will change to the fatigue, over-worked, workaholic type of man as of today.

A decade and six passes that way. In a very thin, cold air, just like him.

I just realized myself staring at him with my hand on his forehead.

His body feels cold. He looks pale, but what right do I have to stay here?

I'm sure the nurse or doctor assigned to him will take care of him when I leave him here.

Earlier, his eyes were dark. And I'll admit that I was bothered by that eye. I didn't expect him to fall for me.

especially when he doesn't want me to see him that way.

"I'm okay with this? To what?" I asked suddenly.

Only a second passed and I thought about standing up.

I was a little careful with my standing so as not to create a noise that could wake him up.

And when I got up from the chair, I fixed his blanket that was covering his body and smiled.

--

Quick Cycy's POV

"Where are you going?"

When I opened my eyes, I immediately saw her figure leaving.

I immediately reached for her hand that was resting on my blanket and asked.

"C-Cy? You're awake." she said.

Scarlett's eyes widened with surprise when she saw me.

"You're... You're at a hospital—"

"I know. And that's what you have to deal with." I replied. Cutting her words that made her speechless.n

The fuck am I doing?