Still You, Just You

Chapter 60: Still You

         But how creative they are this time… I am very surprised to wake up next to Donghae. And to have such a kerbing prop to not let us getaway. But like all other plans they had, it still isn’t working… Hae and I are still distant and not talking.

         Donghae has been awfully quiet since after I caught him spacing out. He really did just lay there unresponsive, I stared at him and called his name so many times and no matter how much air dried his eyes he didn’t move. I thought he was dead for some reason.

         Or maybe he really was dead, something inside him died. He isn’t the Donghae I know.

        I’m actually afraid to know how he probably doesn’t like to be in this situation right now. He probably isn’t ready to face me yet; he probably needs more time apart. Maybe after learning what I did for him, it made him more confused. Aya Dara, why can’t you do things right?

         The words of se7en resound in my head... If he can’t find the way back, show him. It’s your turn to fight for him.

         I went to the wedding after considering the chance of getting back together but why is it that now were together under one roof, locked and trapped on each other's arm there's still this big giant gap between us. And despite my disappointed feelings towards him, I admit that I have a responsibility to apologize, if it wasn’t for what I did he wouldn’t be tired and give up.

         But how… How do I fix this?

         I’m used to him being the one to take the first step, now I don’t know how to make things better.

         Few more minutes passed and the sun starts to set, and the orange light that hits the bedroom windows slowly weakens. At this rate, I’m pretty sure the rehearsal dinner is soon to begin, even if we won’t be there to join them. Dana must’ve already anticipated that since she was an accomplice.

         It gets more darker and darker as time pass by. But despite that darkness, I can still see Donghae’s face clearly, not with my eyes, but with the memory in my head.

          I can picture his gentle looking eyes and warm smile. The one I always love of him. But I am not sure if I ever I would see that image again.

         I want to.

         I really do.

         Even for just a few seconds, can I see it tonight?

         I was really hopeful. But that idea is being washed away when I began hearing him sniff and breathe in deeply. *Sniff* *Sniff*

          “Are you crying?” I asked worriedly, flinching on my spot.

          He sniffs again. “Aniyo…” Sniff. “I just have a bit of a cold”

          I tilted my head up, levelling it to his face. “Sure?”

          He hummed a yes, reassuring me. Although I don’t know if it’s the truth or not, I just chose to trust it. Maybe he really was just having colds because they foolishly swam in a Fall Season.

          My free hand checks if he is properly warmed, but it turns out to that he’s got no blanket wrapped on him. I didn’t notice earlier, but the handcuffs and the sharing of bed aren’t the only thing those mischievous kids have planned.

          They really left one blanket – mine – so that we’ll share. How ingenious indeed!

          Donghae jolted the moment I scooted more over to him, squeezing the plushie dolls in the middle. “What are you doing?” he asked me, as I pulled the blanket to cover us both.