For 16 years, Lisa is living under the name of her twin sister, Reese. She didn't have a name to keep. Reese is not born healthy and as her twin sister, Lisa became the source of her sister's life for years. The only identity that she can keep is be...
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“No. Stop! I don’t want them! Get away from me!” I shouted and pulled my arm from that nurse holding her syringe with this thick looking fluid inside it. It’s painful. I don’t want it anymore. The fighting is more exhausting than the waiting. I can’t fight for it anymore.
“Reese, love. Please. Stay still.” I heard my lovely husband’s voice. I shifted my eyes on him as I continued pinning my back against the headboard, keeping myself away from the medicines they wanted to inject in my body. I noticed his eyes watering. He looked so painful to watch, begging me to at least take my medicines.
I slowly shake my head.
He sighed and sits on the bed. He lifted his hand, nodding to the nurses to just leave the room. They all just nodded and the clattering of those surgical items in their stainless containers slowly fading when they finally walked out the room. Hoseok rested his elbows on his legs as he steady his breathing, his hand covering his eyes. Even though he doesn’t need to hide that he is already crying there.
“Let’s go home.” I said softly. “I don’t want to stay here anymore.”
“Reese, for the love of God” Hoseok exclaimed, standing from my bed. He took off his glass and looks at me. I looked at him, standing there in front of me. His eyes are so red from those painful tears staining his cheeks. “Why are you doing this to me? I’m begging you.” He asked, his voice sounded so helpless. He suddenly kneeled in front of me, hugging my lap. His audible cry is filling my white room.
I gently caressed his hair as he continued wetting my hospital gown with his tears. “It’ll pass, love. It’ll pass.” I whispered and moved to kiss his hair. “Please don’t be mad at me.”
He looks up to me, he looks so much in pain. My heart is wrenching as I stare at his gorgeous face. He has always been my sunshine. For years I lived under the stars and night sky, when I was just imagining how it looked and it felt standing under the golden sunrise waiting for it to set, he is the only one I prayed to see before I close my eyes. Even though sometimes, it felt like I can’t open them anymore.
I reached for his wet cheek, wiping his tears with my cold pale fingers. I weakly smiled. “You can do this, Hobi. Let me go.” I whispered. “I’m too tired to continue. Let my remaining days be filled with your perfume rather than this cold, anti-biotic smelling room. Take me home.”
He shakes his head, taking my hands and kisses them repeatedly. “I—I can’t lose you yet, Reese. I’m—” He hiccupped. “I’m begging you, Princess. Be with me for a longer time.” He cried and buried his face on my chest, his arms wrapped around my waist.
I didn’t know how that day ended with his muffled cries filling my head. I only found myself curled inside his arms, he is still in his suit and tie. His name embroided on his white coat. How amazing that I woke up again with this sight, first thing in the morning. His face looks calmer as he sleepily breathes next to me. The orange morning sunlight peeking through the window is kissing his cheeks and how lucky am I to witness this kind of beauty in my life.
