REMEMBER

Part 19

It was past noon but dark clouds were already forming and the surroundings started to dim. Onin just finished his seventh flower for that day. As he was about to go out and deliver his beautiful art, the rain fell hard.

"No." He whispered to himself.

The problem was not the flowers getting wet by the rain, but it was Onin. He was never fond of the rain, nor the sound of it. He doesn't know why but he always feels a prick on his chest whenever it rains. A small prick at first but eventually turns out to be a panic attack if not prevented earlier.

His eyes begin to water and his hands are now starting to tremble. He hates it when he is like that; he hates it when it rains. The loud sound of the raindrops on the roof was like the sounds of bullets for Onin. The thunder and lightning, they were like explosions. And that didn't help him as pictures started to appear, apparently from his memory. Those hazy memories that up until now, he can't figure out. But in those memories, there is a voice, a familiar voice who is always calling for him; reaching out to him and luls him into sleep.

"Nin...Nin..."

There it was, that voice.

"Angel..."

And all became silent as Onin opened his eyes. It was the face of someone he adores yet so far to reach. It was him; the person who owns that voice. That voice that always gives a warm fuzzy feeling in his heart. That voice that always calms the storm within him. It was that voice.

"P'Wik???... How?"

He is still crying; his nose is already red.

"Shhh... it's okay now."

"How did you..."

But then the sound of thunder came rushing in and flashes of lighting danced through the sky.

"Nooooo!"

Onin screamed hysterically; like there was something, someone after him. He cried and cried, begging. He held into Kimhan's hand; he was trembling and his hands were cold.

"Make it stop! Please... make it stop." Onin begged and begged.

"Noooo. Please. Noooo. Make it stop."

Kimhan felt like he was being torn apart right now. His heart breaks seeing his angel, crying and begging for a reason Kimhan never knew.

"Nin, angel. Look at me." He called out to him as he cupped his face on his hands. "Shhh. Baby, please calm down. I'm here. I'm here."

"Don't. Please. Make it stop. Please." His angel is still crying and Kimhan is trying to calm him.

"Shhh. Angel, Chay, it's okay. It's okay, I'm here now."

As his ounce of consciousness was starting to fade, Onin still begged and begged; calling out for Kimhan's name.

"P'Kim, help. Don't let them take me. Help me, P'Kim."