Until Skies Taste the Sun (Lost Series #1)

Kabanata 49

DISCLAIMER: Symptoms, Diagnosis, and Treatment of illness that is present in the story were composited between creative writing and non-fictitious events which went supervised by facts and the author's research. Do not assume that this is hundred percent accurate to be a reference.

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Ark

I have no business doing a thing. I have no appetite for eating a thing. I already missed lunch but woke myself up I couldn't spare dinner. I need nutrients.

I checked my phone and watched the alarming pop-up of continual messages in the notifications above. There were a lot of missed calls by Dad, Via, and Lucas' Mom. Pero wala kahit isa sa huli. I bowed my head.

Lucas must've known cuz I made his acquaintances leave me at the airport and joined the guarded men of Vilienthal instead. From there, I flew here to New York.

Hindi ko na alam kung may mukha pa ba akong maihaharap sa kaniya. Hindi ko na alam kung napapag-pasensiyahan pa ba ako ni Lucas. I have no ideal hopes up after an ample times of failing him. After a day... to weeks... and turned into a month of making him wait for me te be home just like what I always promised.

I looked up and dried my tears. I smiled and hoped.

Behind it all... I know he will always understand. The confidence that he's still waiting... Hinihintay niya pa rin ako. Through the years, he's always been patient. He always listens... I know he'll always accept me. Ang Lucas ko...

Please, now... I really just can't. I can't leave here. I owe Lucas so much but I know I could always recuperate things for him when we live in our forever.

And it's not the same thing gonna happen with Third. I owe him keep and companion I could've been fulfilled those years we're together. I owe him care and love I couldn't extend anymore freely. I owe him things I know I couldn't do anymore in the following years.

There's obscurity to have chances again. That's why I'm staying... again. I can't leave yet like this. Not now when I just come hear and know things. Not now when I knew how much he needed me years ago.

Not now when he's critical.

It's my second night here at the hospital. Mama and I were not planning on leaving. She just would leave the room to answer calls and emails but definitely not leave her son for exigent work. She's always hands-on in work but if Third's in, she'd lose it. No second chance of thinking.

Last night, Third was supposed to transmit into a room when the machine told the doctor Third couldn't be off yet from the emergency room. We were on bended knees, praying to God, while Third fought for his life.

I watched him from the glass mirror. He looks calm... like he was just sleeping, but... I know better, it's torturing him inside.

"Third..." I cried. "Please, wake up..."