"Feels like you're taking poetry lessons."
"I guess." Kaelith’s hair danced with the cold oceanic waves. "Love makes us so many things—even a poet." Kaelith sighed looking at the skies above as a single drop of rain fell between his brows. "I don't even know if this is love anymore. Cause love is an emotion, and what I feel for her is beyond that."
"It's something indescribable." he quipped.
Lorcan smiled at the sky. "Something unbearable." He added. Kaelith leaned back on his hands as his eyes drifted to the vast ocean waves striking against each other violently.
"Lonely." He added. "And painful." he swallowed hard.
Like a shelter for wanderers. Such was their love, intertwining their fates so profoundly that they longed to breathe for her, to exist under the shelter of her name, and ultimately perish as a testament to her enduring presence.
"I guess we should get inside."
"Hmm..." Kaelith hummed as the drizzle turned into angry raindrops. Lorcan waited for Kaelith under the roof watching as he looked up at the sky one last time and spread his arms as if consuming their essence.
Kaelith mumbled lowly ever so slightly as if he wished the breeze to carry his words to her. "How will you escape from me, Amara? How will you forget me? I am that fragrance that resides in your lungs. How will you be able to hold your own breath?"
CHAPTER 82
TWO MONTHS LATER
Kaelith focused his attention carefully on the picture in his hand, slowly analyzing each detail captured within it, memorizing it. His face remained void of any noticeable emotion, leaving his inner sentiments hidden from his friend’s eyes. However, Lorcan despite this, managed to catch a fleeting glimpse of longing and despair that momentarily flickered across Kaelith’s dark eyes. It was an invisible twitch of his jaw and a subtle clenching of his fist that Kaelith was attempting to hide. Lorcan instinctively lowered his gaze, avoiding direct eye contact with him, before repeating his previous words.
A bouquet of soft pink peonies was on his lap. The one he'd never forget to bring.
“Doctors said we can shift her…”
He started looking pitifully at Kaelith. The man destroyed Francis and Abigail in days, and his brother behind bars, but couldn’t save his destination.
“She’ll come back, right?” Kaelith mumbled caressing the picture in hand. It was of them, as children.
“Of course…” Lorcan’s throat tightened at the disheveled state of his friend. Tousled hair, unshaved face, eye bags and teary eyes. What love has made a man?
“What’s taking her so long? Does she not see how much I miss her?”
“Give her time,”
“I’m afraid I can't wait any longer. She… does not love me,”
Lorcan was about to say something when the commotion happened.“Emergency! Room 1297! Call Doctor!”
Kaelith felt his heart pounding loudly in anticipation. Her hands shook as he instinctively grabbed onto the bouquet and rushed to her medical room as he crossed the hallway to the room. He almost tripped over the floor several times if it wasn't for Lorcan holding him.
The moment he entered the room, several people stood in front—doctors, nurses... Kaelith didn't have time to process before he rushed inside the room. His eyes wavered and his heart sank with each step.
“Blood pressure is high! Give her Diuretics!” The nurses rushed from one side to the other.
“What’s happening?” Lorcan asked with panic. Kaelith stilled.
Please god, let her be alive. Please god, I'll do anything. Just let her be alive. He prayed side-stepping the nurse as his breathing quickened. Please god, I'll leave everything behind. I'll never—
His breath hitched as his eyes widened and the hose around his neck tightened. He stumbled a step back, and then another till he was pressed against the wall. The peonies slipped through his hand, falling on the floor with a soft thud that echoed in his chest.
"We are losing her!" The doctor’s rough voice echoed in the room as Lorcan looked nervously at the Kaelith.
Shocked and stunned Kaelith let out a choked breath. She cannot leave him... he won't let her. "Amara..." Her hooded gaze swayed upon Kaelith, her eyes slowly wandering across his face, herchestrisingupanddown.Itshouldhaveevokedrelief, anoverwhelmingjoy, butalas,allthat resonated withinhim was an icy tinge of sorrow and anguish. The way she looked at him seemed as if she was looking at him for the last time. With every attempt to move closer, Kaelith could feel the fragments of his heart splintering into a myriad of pieces.
After two months she opened her eyes.
