A ray of light flickered. She opened her eyes slightly, recollecting her memories. Her lips moved, but she was unable to make a sound. Perhaps its because her larynx have not been oiled for a little while for now. She worked some saliva down her parched throat. She heard a constant beeping from nearby. She cranned her head and what unfolded before her were various sizes of tubes and wires, surrounding her bedside, connecting to her and the monitor. The very first thought that entered her already puzzled mind wasn't a panicked "What happened to me?" or a typical "Where am I?".
Instead. "Where is he? "
She unplugged all the wires and yanked all the tubings away. Her head swings, she could feel her heartbeat in her head but she remained alert and stood on her bare feet. She looked into the mirror and saw a girl with messy hair, stark white lips, sunken cheeks and a clear stitch mark on the right side of her forehead. She didn't care, headed for the door and started running hysterically. The doctors noticed her and the nurses started chasing after her, yelling at her name. She thought to herself, recalling. She sprinted down the hallway as if she was having a running practise while she was unconscious.
The cars rumbled, people bustled, crowding in from every side during the peak hours of the day. She jostled with the people, being shoved left and right earning curious looks here and then. She didn't care, still nonchalant as ever. All the buildings and structures have completely transformed after 15 years, that's how rapid globalisation is. She thought she had entered another space until she saw that restaurant in its usual Italian style with its intricate iron fencing and bright yellow sunflowers alongside. It was, their restaurant.
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"Open your mouth... Here comes your food your highness." He takes a forkful of pasta, trying to feed her. A pinkish blush stained on her creamy complexion, opened her mouth slightly as her eyes squinted with delight. And then, they would talk about their day at church, plan about their upcoming holidays, think of their future children's name, chat about college and uni and how they would communicate once she flies overseas to further her studies... " What if your son doesn't look like you? " "Well then he'll look like my wife." "I hope so, cause i want my son to have my double eyelids" And here she goes again, making fun of his single eyelid, which he claimed he looks handsome with it.
It has been three years. But they have never kissed, unlike many couples nowadays. They wanted their first kiss to be on their wedding day, in front of their family and friends, in God's holy place. Its interesting how couples at their age in this generation still contain this old school thought, rare but precious she thinks, to find some guy with mutual thoughts as these. " Can we get a maid next time? So i don't need to do the house chores." She grins cheekily. " Only if we couldn't handle it." There he goes, a traditional old man in a young man's body. He thinks the wife must stay home and manages the household chores and take cares of the children while the husband works to earn a living. she kinda likes the thought of it tho, knowing that he's the family type of guy. " Don't worry i'll make breakfast and help out with the chores, i still want my wifey to be pampered and doted once in awhile..." And again not too traditional. She gets the best of both worlds.
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She opens the door, a bell rang right above her head. As usual, the restaurant is still packed with customers, with the constant clanking of metals forks and knife and the vivacious chatters and children merry-making. A smile plastered across her face after a long time when out of the blue, a little boy started crying, drawing everyone's attention. Her eyes were fixated on the boy, her features were rather, familiar. The boy's father then carried him in his arms, cajoling him. He had no choice as he wouldn't stop crying and headed to the door to dodge the the other customers, crinkling their brows in irritation. The father squeezed their way through the tables and then bump into her at the front door. At that very moment, the little boy seemed to soften his cries, as if he knew her, as if he knew something was amiss. The man looked at her while she looked at him. The world seem to come to a halt at that moment in time. She felt her heart pounding, and then returning to a normal speed, even slower, weaker. She moved her lips, trying to speak for the first time after 15 years." So he has your eyes." She forced a smile as she caressed the little boys hair. "And your thick lips" He still remained silent, agape. 
She looked into his eyes once more, her eyes reddening, fingers trembling as she moved from caressing the little boy to touching the his cheeks. That familiar warmth. He remained like a statue, not backing off, allowing her as he recalls this familiar touch, her tiny hands that he used to never wanna let go. She traced down his chin, and then his lips. That familiar touch that used to plant on her cheeks. She smiled brightly as tears went tumbling down her cheeks, just tears until it became like torrents of undercurrent. Finally he spoke. " I... I had... to move on. I'm sorry. " She was still smiling as she nodded slowly, tears streaming. A pang of dizziness strikes her, her vision starts to blacken. She tries to remember the feeling of the touch,buries it deep down in her heart. She then immediately turns to the door and started running, as fast as possible, as far as possible. She wished she never woke up. 
He chases from behind, yelling her name. He still remembers her name. No. He would never forget her name. Her knees starts to wobble, tears flowing uncontrollably. " Don't call my name" She ranted back. She misses it tho, but she wants to forget everything. Everything. She wished she has lost her memory but she didn't. She couldn't. Out of the blue, she loses conscious again. This time, its irreversible.
He was the reason that kept her alive. The reason why her heart was still pumping after all these years was because deep within her she knew that there is this person who would stay by her, wait for her, strive with her.
Her flesh is going to die. Slowly. Collapsing.
But her heart already did.
